Darkness.
In this emptiness, Atticus could feel everything. It was surreal, as though he existed, and at the same time… didn't.
For a moment, Atticus wondered if he had died and become a ghost.
Then, his senses came flooding back.
His thoughts came first.
'Where am I?'
Then came the intense rush of wind battering his body, followed by the sinking realization that he was… falling.
A moment later, Atticus' eyes snapped open.
'This…'
A familiar endless grassland stretched beneath him, while above, nothing but boundless sky. He was falling.
The memories surged through him the next instant, and Atticus immediately stilled his beating heart.
'The katana world.'
It was strange. Only seconds ago, he had been locked in battle with Solvath, and losing, badly at that. Yet now, here he was, completely unharmed, without even a trace of Solvath's presence.
Atticus' eyes narrowed slightly.
He definitely hadn't entered the life weapon by himself.
'I was summoned.'
