For the first time in more than a decade, Atticus saw the darkness far too many times.
The last time he had been killed this much was during his first trial, when the avatar had severed his head an incalculable number of times.
But at least then, he had an inkling of what the avatar was doing. Now, he had no idea.
He braced himself each time, watching the mana, watching for even the slightest displacement around him. However, every single time, Atticus would only catch a fleeting streak… and then darkness.
His head had been severed so many times he had already grown used to the pain. The darkness.
Even so, the shift came when he finally realized something important. This was a trial about controlling Solvath's power. So why the hell hadn't he been using it?
As he came back to life once more, Atticus instantly reached deep within himself and summoned Solvath's power.
The world suddenly lit up like a canvas in his mind.
