"T-they're… d-dead."
The same broken whisper echoed across the span. Trillions who had stood at the summit… gone, just like that?…
"Y-you d-devil."
Atticus turned his gaze toward a group of men and women in the distance. From their presence and bearing, it was clear they were the leaders of the army.
They stared back at him, their eyes burning with fury.
"Y-you will pay for this!"
Their wills surged violently as they raised their weapons, power coiling around them. However…
"Come."
Their bodies jerked forward, dragged through space, halting just short of him.
Their expressions wavered, but Atticus merely looked them over before his gaze settled on one of them.
"You'll do."
"…what—"
"Disharmonize."
In the next instant, the other leaders began to convulse, their forms twisting as their wills spiraled out of control.
"Ark!"
"No! What's this!?"
