Atticus felt the eyes of the gods on him as he walked, but that did nothing to pause his movements.
They were baffled, shocked at the scene that had just played out in front of them. But of all the emotions he felt rolling off them, hate was the most predominant.
He'd just embarrassed the shit out of that god, out of the whole group, in fact, and if there was anything Atticus had gotten used to over the past decades of his life since reincarnation, it was that it was never over.
'I need to set an example.' Now, it had become more than a thought. It was a necessity.
Atticus wasn't sure what brought about the sudden hostility. People had challenged him since Masner left, insulted him, in fact, but this was the first time they would blatantly try to force a confrontation.
'Could it be him?' Atticus pondered. He didn't miss the fact that the most hate and hostility came from the Redflames faction.
