Atticus felt the darkening of his vision last for many moments.
Then, after a few breaths, bright light flooded his eyes. Atticus didn't even flinch. His eyes remained wide open, hand gripping the hilt of his katana tightly.
As his vision cleared, he glanced around and took in his surroundings.
'A room.'
He had appeared in a large chamber with white walls and multiple couches scattered about, each one screaming comfort.
'A waiting room?' That was the immediate vibe he got, and the words of the voice he'd heard moments ago confirmed it.
This was indeed a waiting room. Atticus instantly noticed the increased mana density and the soft air that almost coaxed him to flop onto one of the couches and relax.
As he observed his surroundings, thinking about what to do, multiple lights suddenly ignited around the room, and Atticus's gaze landed on four figures.
The instant it did, he couldn't help but chuckle.
"Bond!" Ozeroth exclaimed. "Was this you!?"
