'What changed…?'
Atticus had gained the fragments, acquired the fifth art, killed all the Marquis, and won the Verge Games. That was the last thing he remembered.
A great deal had happened, yes, but none of it should have altered his bloodline in any meaningful way. He was just about to frown when a sudden thought struck him.
'What if I didn't witness the change?'
The world wouldn't pause simply because he had fallen unconscious. Time wouldn't wait for him. If something had changed, it could have happened then, after the Verge Games, when there had been only…
Atticus' eyes widened.
"Because I'm in the Span?"
The strange woman blinked, faint surprise crossing her features, before she nodded.
"Yes."
"Why?"
He half expected the usual refusal, but to his surprise, it didn't come.
