Atticus led the group along the treacherous route toward the Willguard headquarters.
They cut through vast forests, crossed a river carving a golden path through the terrain, and pushed their way through a wide stretch of thick bush.
Their speed was excruciatingly slow. However, Atticus knew it was necessary. To evade the senses of the domain god, he had to manipulate the molecules around them as they moved.
Every step meant renewing his control, each movement placing a fresh strain on his mind. But because the area of focus was small, Atticus found the burden surprisingly manageable.
'It has truly improved.'
If the past Atticus had attempted something like this, he would have collapsed long ago from the overwhelming strain.
Atticus glanced at the group as they moved. Thora remained quiet, the only person she seemed to relate to having suddenly left. The same was true for the Evoli.
