Merek had witnessed many impossible things in his life.
The middle planes were vast and overflowing with wonders. A millennium spent climbing through the ranks had taught him that the universe held countless inexplicable phenomena.
He had learned to simply accept such things when he encountered them. It was easier that way.
But what unfolded before him could not stand beside those unexplainable oddities. Those were distant mysteries. This was something that violated the very idea of "impossible." Impossible things were meant to stay impossible. Nothing should have had the right to drag them into reality.
And yet, before his eyes, one had.
'What… is happening?'
Merek felt his heart pounding as the wills of the Redflames he'd been about to absorb spiraled around Atticus before assimilating with him.
'He copied it?'
