Atticus stared at the crimson map hovering in the sky with a cold gaze.
"The entire layer?" he asked.
"The entire layer," Anorah nodded with a serious look.
"What about the other major factions?"
"All taken care of."
'It's on a much larger scale than I thought.'
Beside him, Magnus and Kiara's expressions had turned grim.
"So… even after everyone he killed…"
"Yes." Atticus nodded at Kiara, whose eyes had grown horrified. "There's still a much larger army waiting for us."
A tense silence settled across the room. Atticus' mind instinctively went into overdrive.
'A much larger army.'
It was the last thing he'd ever expected. Even he had failed to grasp the vastness of the entire layer. To think the Redflames would conquer it all was incomprehensible.
"Who leads them?"
"From what I heard, a friend of yours."
"Merek…"
'At least I was right about that.'
