Atlas grabs the closest Castor to him and slits his neck. Since they knocked everyone else to the floor, no one can stop him.
“Aamon! I’ll trade my soul for Demon-Castor power!”
“Deal.”
Eisen tries to get on his feet to get to his brother, but Atlas is already levitating. Aamon sucks his soul out of him with a flash of light, and it’s in Aamon’s hand. He grasps a glowing body-like figure in his paw. Atlas’ body hangs limp in the air.
A shadow opens up next to Aamon, and he shoves Atlas’ soul inside it and pulls tangible darkness out of it. He flings it at him and Atlas jerks and takes a ragged breath in. His body slams to the ground. He struggles to his hands and knees and then vomits black bile.
Sigurður smiles at his youngest child.
“Atlas!” Eisen beats feet. He kneels on the ground outside the pool of blood and black gunk. “Are you okay?” He whispers.