"While I understand your grievance," Oberon began carefully, "the supreme ruler has the final say here. I suggest yo—"
"We're getting so close to finally destroying the spirit king!" It's important that we don't stop now!"
He didn't spare Oberon another glance, fixing his eyes squarely on Atticus instead.
"Pfft."
"Is something funny?"
The man glared at Whisker, who had suddenly started laughing.
He couldn't fathom what could possibly be amusing about any of this. Rescuing their brethren from the spirit king's grasp was as serious as it could be.
"Hah…"
But Whisker let out a breath, shaking his head as he regarded the man with amused eyes.
"You're a funny guy."
"What?"
"He just explained to you that the territory will be sealed during the competition. The territories aren't going anywhere, and neither is the spirit king. I just find it funny that you keep insisting, even after your god has already made himself clear. It's almost as if—"
