"Good. That means I'm doing something right."
Atticus' words chilled the charred heart of the twins of bloom and blight. Their expressions hardened, but neither was given a chance to comprehend the events.
A surge of crimson spread out from Atticus and enveloped them. For a moment, both twins stared straight into his eyes.
They took in the light; wanting to help his family, protecting his world from evil forces that were them. Wanting to spend his days in peace, to live without any form of conflict. Just… silence.
Then, they took in the darkness.
Neither of them could see through it. It was pitch black, the kind of darkness that wouldn't fade even if a sun ignited in its middle.
Then, as Atticus's crimson will started to burn, they felt it.
The magnitude of the darkness hiding within those eyes.
They both shivered.
