Atticus took in Whisker's words, dissecting everything. Ozeroth and the soulkin had fallen completely silent, leaving him to his thoughts. The little guy was still on his head, trying hard not to move too much.
'Myself.'
Back then, when Atticus had first tried stepping into the First Fold of spiritual energy, what he eventually found out was Will… awareness.
At the time, based on Ozeroth's memories, he believed it was supposed to be about discovering his true purpose in life. Which was; the Peak.
But now… Whisker's words had unraveled something deeper.
He realized… he'd gotten it wrong. Not entirely, but fundamentally.
His path had been real. His conviction, strong.
But the foundation he'd built it on… it hadn't been the right one.
He hadn't stepped into the First Fold as himself, but as who he thought he needed to be.
But that didn't mean Ozeroth's memories had been lies. Atticus still believed that's how many people in the midplanes advanced.
But… it was flawed.
