Atticus silently watched the round unfold exactly as he'd anticipated.
Ozeroth's battle with Jarek had done its job. The fear he'd wanted had settled in. The other Marquis and their champions hesitated now… hesitated to challenge him, or any of his people.
Even Anorah and Ozerra felt it. In every roll that followed the battle, not a single challenge was issued to any of them.
'Good. Now I can focus on what matters.'
The other gods were no longer an immediate concern. The rules of the game guaranteed conflict would come eventually, but for now, it was enough to know his people weren't being targeted.
His gaze swept the board. His earlier move had pushed him closer to the center, into the high middle layers.
The Marquis here were different from those below. Quieter. More restrained. Stronger.
Still, they weren't his focus.
Since entering this layer, his enemies hadn't changed.
