The fragment blazed, flashing brightly.
Then, from its center, it began to spiral, like ripples spreading across a pond. It shrank, gradually at first, then exponentially, until a radiant katana was left in its wake. It glowed so brightly, so fiercely, that even the sun seemed to dim in its presence.
Asmerion stared at the blade like he was staring at a long-lost treasure.
He'd designed Atticus' Starkiller specially to house the power of Solvath. Right now, the fragments were complete and together, yet not whole.
They still had to expunge every spirit within them, allowing Solvath to fully awaken. But letting that happen would be the end of him. He could not withstand Solvath at full power.
He had to act now.
He reached out to the blade, smiling like a child who had found a forbidden toy. Ilyshkara's piercing screams echoed in the background. Attimax struggled to regain control of the body, yet it was already over.
