Even after the discovery of his enhanced Aspect, Atticus didn't stop analyzing. A lot had occurred in the span of days, and it was necessary for him to note every change.
Because of this, it wasn't long before he discovered something else.
Whoosh.
"…"
Atticus studied the crimson orb hovering above his arm in silence. It was none other than his will.
Though he hadn't noticed it before, his heightened scrutiny now picked up on a subtle change.
'It's stronger.'
The flames were thicker, denser… hotter. Simply looking at it, he could see the air around it warping, shimmering under the intensity of its heat.
'Hmm…'
He paused, trying to consider the cause. Solvath fragments had drawn him closer to the world and granted him control over all forces, yes… but this felt deeper than that. It hadn't just enhanced his power.
It had touched the foundation of his will. His being.
As his mind drifted back to the moment he first awakened his will, he finally realized.
'My emotions.'
