"Bond." Ozeroth narrowed his eyes while staring ahead.
"I know."
Atticus nodded before walking past the confused Unive and stopping before the whirling blizzard. The others saw nothing but ice and snow. However, Atticus' golden eyes perceived something entirely different.
Atticus slowly stretched out his palm.
Will surged across his arm before converging before his hand and blasting outward. A wave of deep crimson Will swallowed the space ahead.
Within moments, space rippled faintly before beginning to burn apart like paper tossed into flames.
The blizzard faded away like drifting ash, revealing a giant purple castle perched clearly beneath the hill. It was a magnificent sight. Entirely purple, the castle radiated an ethereal and peaceful glow.
Shock spread across the faces of the others. Yet Atticus, Ozeroth, and Ozerra immediately began approaching the castle.
