The blinding light dimmed, and Atticus found himself standing in an identical room, much like the one he had just left.
The difference, however, was the massive fog rising in the middle of the room, and instead of ten, only two orbs rested on the table.
Again, no instructions.
Atticus swept his gaze across the room for a moment, then shook his head and moved toward the fog.
It stretched across the entire length and breadth of the room, swallowing everything beyond it.
'Some kind of barrier.'
He studied it in silence, his eyes narrowing slightly. A strange urge to reach out and touch it crept into his mind.
He stopped himself and stepped back instead.
Though he could still call upon Solvath's power, it gave him no real enhancement. Right now, he was effectively powerless. Even the slightest mistake could prove fatal.
After a few more seconds of observation, Atticus exhaled quietly and turned away, shifting his attention to the orbs on the table.
