Atticus climbed the final flight of stairs and stepped onto an open balcony where a lone figure stood in silence.
Moonlight washed over the city, yet it did nothing to dull the man's golden radiance. Among all his people, there was only one person who would intentionally make himself shine like that.
"This is a very odd sight."
Ozeroth spared him a brief glance before turning his attention back to the city below.
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh?" Atticus replied. "I was only guessing at first, but now I'm certain. What's going on with you?"
"Nothing."
Atticus blinked, studying him in silence for a moment before gesturing toward the city.
Below them, a massive bonfire burned bright, its glow carrying with it music, laughter, and thunderous cheers.
"We've just barely defeated the Will Guard and the Abyss faction," Atticus said. "Thousands of people have gathered to celebrate, people singing praise and glory to the heroes who drove back evil."
He turned back to Ozeroth.
