Atticus didn't respond immediately, only inhaling deeply.
'Not if I can help it.'
Though not initially, Whisker had become an invaluable part of the people he cared about. Atticus wasn't going to let him die, no matter what.
The moment he exhaled, his world turned purple. He reached out, enveloping Whisker within a violet dome.
'Let's see what's causing this…'
True Will or not, Nature Will was something Atticus was familiar with. Unlike Crown Will, a higher-level will entirely, it was still manageable.
Atticus delved deep into Whisker's mind and quickly found the source.
An orb of green light twisted endlessly within the darkness, constantly writhing around itself like a living thing. As Atticus focused further, he noticed a much smaller light hidden deep within the larger one.
'His true will,' Atticus realized.
Though still dormant and unawakened, it represented Whisker himself. His actual being.
