Atticus stared at the barrier of mixed energies with a hardened gaze.
'How should I do this?'
If the last two trials had taught him anything, it was that a single mistake could cost him everything.
Within the barrier, the energies twisted and churned violently. Even now, he could feel a faint sense of danger just from standing this close. It was hard to believe that these energies were supposedly harmonized.
'They are.'
The fact that they remained together was proof enough. Atticus exhaled slowly, letting his thoughts settle.
He was still very much injured, and every instinct in his body screamed at him to get the hell away from the barrier. Unfortunately, that wasn't an option.
Steeling his mind, Atticus stepped closer, his movements cautious.
'Let's see what I'm dealing with first.'
He reached deep within himself, and his world shifted to purple. Atticus paused, his gaze lingering on the barrier, momentarily taken by the sight.
