Immediately, as Atticus saw the sword about to sever Ember's head, his gaze turned frightening.
Instinctively, he reached out to the only power he knew could help in the situation. It was the very first treasure he gained upon coming into this world, the strongest power currently in his repertoire – his Katana.
His Katana was always in one position, strapped to his left waist. No matter where he was going or what he planned to do, even during mundane activities like taking a bath, his Katana was a constant companion. He never went anywhere without it.
His hand instinctively moved towards the Katana, which gleamed and vibrated with anticipation. Atticus had ignored it for too long!
Throughout his stay in the camp, except for the initial test and some hunts, Atticus had not used it. It couldn't help but throw a tantrum as Atticus's hands touched it. But as if sensing Atticus's mood, it suddenly went dead quiet. His master wasn't playing!
