'Logoth.'
The world turned silent. Emotions vanished, and logic replaced all reasoning. In this state, Atticus' mind ran at a speed that bordered on insanity.
'Bounty hunters. Usurpers. Redflames.'
Three different enemies, but connected by a single thing.
'Bounty.'
A bounty that could somehow track and reveal his location. This was how other gods had been able to find him. How Raziel had discovered him. How the Redflames found his location so fast.
With the presence of that bounty, he would always remain at the mercy of his enemies.
'Inconclusive.'
Despite its threat, there was nothing he could do about it. Atticus had tried multiple times to figure out a way to stop the tracking.
With the scroll, he'd activated and deactivated basically all his powers, yet the tracking light never even so much as flickered.
'An ability.'
