'The Spirit King is dangerous.'
That much was undeniable. The man's schemes had already erased an entire lineage and had nearly consumed Eldoralth itself, and while Atticus had allowed this situation to unfold for Ozeroth's sake, it was not something he intended to forget or overlook. He wasn't going to let his guard down.
Soon, the golden light surrounding them dimmed, and Ozeroth finally pulled back from the spirit god before turning toward the others.
"It's done."
At once, all eyes shifted back to the spirit god, each of them remaining tense and on high alert.
'Hmm…'
Atticus will wrapped around the man instantly. Though it wasn't hot or boiling, he had another purpose in mind for it.
'This way… he won't be able to watch us.'
Moments later, the spirit god's eyes flicker open, then widened sharply the instant he took in his surroundings.
"Wh—what is this!?"
He lurched to his feet, instinctively reaching for his blade, only to find an empty sheath.
