Atticus had done it earlier, and although the consequences had been manageable, Atticus had felt it then.
It had almost cost him his life.
But now, things were different.
His mana was stronger. His negation energy was stronger.
The effects would be even more devastating.
Regardless, it was the only way he could think of.
He couldn't even begin to imagine how insane the Gardener's perception was right now, especially considering his Will had already engulfed most of Eldoralth from his clashes with Whisker.
Atticus could feel it pressing against him even now.
Although the Gardener was battling Whisker, he was also keeping an eye on him.
But that was about to change.
Atticus began walking toward a random direction.
Whisker and the Gardener were fighting across Eldoralth, their battlegrounds were ever-shifting, razing the land and changing the terrain permanently.
But Atticus had no intention of chasing after them.
