'What the—'
Atticus appeared beside him almost instantly while Ozeroth and the others rushed over as well. He reached toward Whisker, but the Span's voice stopped him.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."
Atticus turned sharply toward him, his eyes narrowing.
"What are you talking about?"
"He's undergoing a clash." the Span said without the slightest trace of concern. "He borrows another's Will. The owner of that Will is currently attempting to impose control over him while he resists. Hence the clash."
Atticus frowned.
Borrowed Will… the Nature King.
'The Nature King is trying to control him through his Will.' Atticus realized grimly.
If that was the case, then Whisker had likely been resisting the influence of the Nature King this entire time, and it had only grown worse now that they occupied the same plane.
'Why didn't he say anything?'
Atticus hadn't known such a thing was possible, meaning he never anticipated a situation like this.
"I suggest you kill him."
