Quiet Flame quickly narrated the battle between the Drazmael god and Vortharion's. By the end, Atticus had already taken on a serious countenance. He was strong.
'And his will is like iron,' Atticus began to ponder.
Lyress' will had been death, and while neither naturally had an edge over the other, it was still better than iron.
While Atticus could probably pierce through it, he would have to converge his will into one place to do so as quickly as he wanted.
But that had been what the Amazonian empress had used to bait him. His body would be vulnerable without his will enveloping it.
'Hopefully it has some kind of weakness like hers.'
His thoughts shifted to Lyress. The strategy Atticus had used on her had been simple, keep her from respawning her legion, and then go into hiding using Singularity.
