Atticus felt an overwhelming force relentlessly hammering against his will.
His body had reached such a level that ordinary flames could no longer affect him, yet every inch of him felt submerged in molten lava. Still, amidst the unbearable pain, there was clarity.
'The Reverent swallowed me.'
It wasn't fire burning through his flesh, but primal will. And it wasn't only attacking his body. It had clawed deep into his mind, trying to corrode his will entirely.
Right now, Atticus felt an uncontrollable rage assaulting him, one that intensified with every passing second. And it didn't take long before he realized the source of that rage.
Atticus gritted his teeth.
'Solvath…'
It had stirred the Primordial Star. Flashes of Solvath's betrayal surged through Atticus' mind, and slowly, he felt control of himself beginning to slip away.
"RELINQUISH YOUR BODY TO ME. RELINQUISH YOUR BODY TO ME."
The booming voice threatened to split his skull apart.
'It's… too much.'
