Atticus appeared down and his gaze immediately found Ozeroth, who stood straight ahead with his eyes narrowed at the advancing spirit army. Beside him, Ozerra hovered with a confused expression, clearly trying to make sense of what was happening.
"Traitor Ozeroth!"
The spirit god leading the army shone brightly.
"I have come to deliver your judgment for betraying your people and our king! Come out here and face me!"
Atticus frowned.
"Well? How do you want to handle this?"
"…"
Atticus glanced at Ozeroth, whose expression had hardened.
"I know they're your people and all. But right now they're enemies. We can't spare them."
"Yeah…"
Ozeroth's hand clenched slowly at his sides.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Ozerra furrowed her brows, and Atticus turned to Ozeroth.
"Will you tell her, or should I?"
"Big bro?"
"Huh…?"
The sudden call caught Atticus off guard. He glanced at Ozerra, who was now staring directly at Ozeroth.
'He must have told her.'
