'But it's not over.'
The negation field should have affected everyone equally. Meaning the Willguard shouldn't be able to…
Atticus' eyes narrowed sharply.
'Of course.'
When had the universe ever gone their way?
A thick golden armor now encased the sentinel and his champions. A glowing gem sat in the center of each chest, thin vein like lines spreading across the plates like circuitry.
Even from a distance, Atticus felt their wills pressing down on him.
They had found a way to use will despite the negation field.
"So… any chance you've come up with a plan to survive this situation with that big brain of yours?" Whisker asked, eyes flicking toward Atticus.
"You're supposed to be the one with the big brains, remember?"
Whisker let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah… but impossible situations are your specialty, not mine."
"Why is no one asking Ozeroth?"
They both turned to him, shared a look, then nodded.
"We're all ears. Tell us your plan."
