A deafening silence settled over the hall. Every eye fixed on Atticus, some in shock, others simply baffled. Decide who the champion was? Did that mean…
Many eyes widened.
A challenge. It was a challenge.
Instinctively, gazes turned toward the highest thrones. The God of Man and the Supreme Elemental Arbiter both wore small smiles.
They approved.
The Duke of Man was no different. Even with the cold glint in his eyes, he smiled at Atticus. Atticus recognized that look. The look of a predator who believed his prey had stepped willingly into his jaws.
To Atticus, it was amusing. Who did he think was the real prey?
"Very well."
The Duke of Man nodded solemnly, casting a brief glance at his son.
"Since neither side is willing to yield, there is only one sensible solution. Let us determine who is truly worthy through battle."
He turned to Attimax and Ilyshkara.
"Any objections?"
