"Do you also feel it?" Atticus asked inwardly. Although he and Ozeroth were currently separated, they could still hear and read each other's thoughts clearly.
"Yes, bond…" Ozeroth's response came, and they both instantly locked eyes.
And in perfect sync, they both concluded:
'They're not… dead yet?'
Though it was a conclusion, it felt more like a question. Neither of them sounded sure. In fact, they sounded more confused than ever.
Jezenet's corpse had been reduced to nothingness by Ozeroth. The same was true for Eletantron. There was nothing left in their place, pure, complete void. And yet, Atticus and Ozeroth both sensed the same thing.
Somehow… they were still alive.
They couldn't explain it. It was faint, barely there, but it existed.
Then, a second passed… and both of their eyes flew wide open.
Atticus had felt it from the moment they died. A feeling so familiar it made his blood run cold.
