Wrathful Resolve.
Intense anger and unwavering resolve to never give up. To leave the prison he had been trapped in. To make sure he reaches the top so that this would never, ever repeat itself again.
These had been the emotions that led his elements to break through, and it had done the same for his spiritual elements. Now, Atticus had entered the second fold, Integration.
The world unraveled before his eyes. He saw Xal'zereth not as the massive alien he appeared to be, but for who he truly was, the complexity of his existence drawn into an elegant interwoven thread.
His fears. His pride. His hopes. And finally, his weakness.
The gaps in his movements that all had considered perfect. The fractional delay when shifting his weight. The stutters in his energy flow. The microfractures in his defensive construct.
The inconsistencies that were imperceptible to the naked eye, hidden beneath a layer of mechanical precision.
All the things that should have remained invisible.
