That night, Eldoralth was unusually cold. And quiet.
There were no pollutants, no sounds of countless airships zipping through the air. No bustling cities. No bustling people.
The survivors were still reeling from the day's events, and the massive space they now occupied was almost silent, only the occasional whisper echoed faintly.
It was as though people were scared to speak, scared that another powerhouse might pop out of nowhere and threaten to kill them.
Far away from the large settlement, a figure hovered high in the sky, staring at the massive gaping hole the Spirit King had left behind.
Atticus was deep in thought. But it couldn't be helped, the news he found out today was just that insane.
"He might be trying to get into your head," Atticus said, eyes still narrowed on the hole below.
"I know that. But I can't shake the feeling there's some truth to it," came the voice from within him, Ozeroth.
