Gash

The twins of Bloom and Blight were struggling to comprehend the current events.

A child from a lower world had used Impose. And not just that, he had done something they had never seen before, not in all their vast travels across even the middle planes.

 He had compressed, impose. He had compressed the world around him, turning himself into an unstoppable force.

But that wasn't what shocked them the most.

It was his Will.

It was strong. Too strong. Even while hovering from a distance, the twins felt a searing heat licking at their own Wills.

A Will shouldn't be this powerful. It shouldn't be able to affect other Wills to this extent, especially not one from a lower world.

'The Crimson Flames.'

The name echoed through their minds, their expressions tightening with intensity.

It was a major faction in the middle planes. And the effects of Atticus' Will mirrored theirs. But something still didn't add up.