A figure sat motionless within the darkness.
The darkness didn't just surround him—it bent and curled inward, folding like fabric pulled by invisible threads.
And then, Atlas emerged before the figure.
He immediately knelt on one knee, his expression hard to decipher as Sithrus slowly opened his eyes to see Atlas.
"Oh, my."
All that Sithrus saw when staring at Atlas was red.
His entire body...
It was red.
"It is rare to see you so angry, Dawn. I'm a little curious to know what happened, but before that..."
Sithrus raised his hand and lowered it.
Immediately, the red that seemed to want to seep out of Atlas's body started to fade, concentrating into a thick ball of red that focused within Atlas's abdomen.
Then, with a casual flick of his wrist, the orb shot forth, funneling directly into Sithrus's open mouth.
He closed his eyes as it entered, a satisfied smile curling across his face.
"Not bad."
Opening his eyes again, he settled his gaze over to Atlas.
