365 Your Place

Atticus fixed his eyes on Gerald's advancing form, his expression still not changing. They were about 17 meters away from each other.

Atticus couldn't help but be slightly surprised at how powerful the red aura surrounding Gerald was. But even though he felt a slight danger to it, he still wasn't worried about the situation.

'I should wrap this up,'

Atticus's gaze became colder as he suddenly spoke up again,

"Besides, it seems you're terribly mistaken about something. I said the mana contract was his way out if you want his mind intact. The other option is simply for me to break him."

Atticus suddenly tightened his hold on Seraphin's neck once more, tendrils of lightning materializing and shocking his struggling form.

"Ahhhh! Bro-," Seraphin screamed in pain, his voice intense and deafening.

This action seemed to crush whatever good reasoning that was in Gerald's mind.

An AI voice sounded,