Atticus dropped into a stance. A sharp sound rang out as he slightly drew his katana.
His perception stretched outward. Elements at the ready. Will primed to erupt.
There was no doubt, Atticus was ready for anything.
However, several seconds passed… and there was only silence.
The figure's glowing golden eyes simply stared at Atticus, intrigued.
"Kin of the fallen star. I welcome you to my domain."
The voice echoed like an ancient scholar, worn and sagely. And as it washed over him, Atticus immediately felt the sadness spike even more violently through his chest.
"…"
Still, no words came from Atticus. His eyes didn't leave the figure for even a moment.
"The earlier we get over this mistrust, the faster we can conclude this meeting. Here, have a seat. You have a prideful one there."
Behind Atticus, a throne rose from the ground silently, until it reached the same height as the one the figure was seated upon.
Atticus narrowed his eyes. 'How?…'
