Lola's and Slater's fears were valid. Their enemies felt untouchable, as though they could see every move they made. Worse, these people knew them, while Lola, Slater, and Atlas had no idea who they were truly up against.
But after hearing Atlas's words, their hearts eased.
They hadn't seen it the way he did. They hadn't thought like that. If anything, every discovery in Ravah had left them overwhelmed.
And in moments like this, they were grateful Atlas was who he was.
Because if he were like everyone else, they knew he would've simply acted tough so the people around him wouldn't worry. But Atlas wasn't worried—not even a little. Nor was he pretending in front of his wife or his little brother.
Instead, he analyzed the situation the way he always did and came to a conclusion.
Their enemies, no matter how much blood they shed, could only take one step ahead of him.
With that, morning arrived, and it was time for all of them to return to the Order.
