Atticus stared at the crimson dome encasing the city with cold eyes.
'The champions made it.'
As a god, he could only affect other gods' abilities. No matter how powerful his will was, it could do nothing to this shield.
He felt Magnus and Kiara's hard stare and turned.
'I'll have to abandon them to leave.'
He couldn't affect the dome, which meant it would block him and the princess. However, Magnus and Kiara were a different case. They were champions.
Atticus gripped his katana tight.
'I'd rather die.'
The very thought of abandoning a loved one sickened him. He would rather condemn the entire world than do it.
But reality was merciless. It was a fact that Atticus knew all too well.
He turned away and scanned the city. Even now, the Redflames were only a few dozen and none posed any threats to him.
'They planned for this. Everything.'
