"How!?"
The word had unknowingly escaped her lips in a shout. But Empress Valea couldn't be bothered about her unruly manners right now.
Her thoughts moved faster than ever as she tried to envelop herself with her will. Because of the battle, and her plan, she had spread it thin all over the hall.
But Atticus was unforgiving. He gave no respite.
During his last battle with Dronvet, the god had gathered his will around him as thick as he could. And yet, when Atticus struck, it pierced right through.
Valea barely had the time to gather a thin layer of will around her before his katana met her in a sharp thrust.
It looked like molten iron colliding with a frail sheet of metal. Atticus's katana burst through with barely any resistance, piercing straight through the middle of her forehead.
Atticus met Valea's shocked eyes calmly. His katana had gone through her skull, emerging from the other side. He could feel her brain sizzling, burning into ruined flesh.
