"You useless pieces of trash!"
The roar shook the air. Atticus looked up to find Balanar staring at the carnage, eyes wide. The composed lord from earlier was gone, his calm completely shattered.
"You fools couldn't even handle one simple task!" Balanar snarled, staring at Atticus.
"I don't care how you did it, it won't be enough to win!"
He stabbed a finger toward the fallen champions.
"You can only fight gods!"
'Looks like he figured it out.'
Right now, Atticus was nothing more than fuel. Noctis was the one acting, and as a champion himself, he couldn't engage gods directly.
Slaughtering the champions had changed the battlefield, but it hadn't erased that limitation. This wasn't a fact he could ignore.
"Every abyss god!" Balanar shouted. "Leave the fortresses and kill the others! Don't hold anything back!"
Atticus watched as more streaks of light tore out from the forest, racing toward the hilltop fortresses manned by his gods.
'He has even more…'
