Atticus turned away, ignoring the lingering provocations. There was nothing to gain from answering them. Moments later, he and the others gathered at the edges of their respective domains, waiting.
They didn't wait long.
"Ample time has been allotted to all new players. The chosen player will now roll."
A massive die appeared above the board, spinning slowly in the air.
'Looks ordinary enough.'
It was cubic, like any common die, but its faces were marked only with ones, twos, and threes, repeating.
Atticus felt a familiar presence and turned. Across the board, Anorah was looking straight at him. Ozerra as well.
'No way to speak.'
The board stretched for kilometers. Even with his expanded awareness, extending his will that far was risky. The last thing he needed was someone listening in.
He gave them a brief, reassuring nod. Anorah hesitated only a moment before gesturing toward Ozerra.
Ozerra grinned and stepped forward, chin raised.
