The battlefield fell into an endless silence, and Atticus felt the weight of countless gazes settle onto him all at once.
There was fear, awe, disbelief, and something close to reverence woven through them, but he ignored most of it, allowing his focus to drift only toward the ones that mattered.
Anorah, Ozeroth, Whisker, Avalon, Oberon, and many of the other Eldorians stared at him with varying expressions, yet beneath it all was the same quiet relief unmistakable in their eyes.
A sudden streak of light caught his attention, and Atticus turned just in time to catch the abyss god fleeing toward the boundary between their worlds.
"Stop."
The abyss god halted as though space itself had seized him. In the next instant, Atticus was already there, hovering before him.
The abyss god stared back with trembling eyes.
"Y-you… think carefully about what you're doing! The abyss faction already has you in their sights. Kill me, and your world will be hunted down by our full might!"
