Atticus's figure silently descended from the skies, landing on the Ravenstein estate grounds. The instant his feet touched the earth, his form blurred, vanishing from sight before reappearing in front of his advanced training room.
He ignored the sounds and pulses of battle coming from Magnus's training chamber and entered his own without a second thought. With a flick of his fingers, he sealed the room, locking it off completely. No noise. No interruptions.
His expression was serious as he stepped to the center of the room. Then, he closed his eyes.
And he stood there.
He didn't move. Didn't speak. Didn't even blink. Just stood.
From the outside, he looked calm, too calm. But within, a storm raged through his mind, thoughts clashing intensely.
Minutes passed like this and still, Atticus didn't move.
Until…
Light ignited in his chest. Then, the figure of Ozeroth took form before him, and his face morphed into a frown.
"Bond," he said.
But Atticus didn't answer.
