The hall was deathly silent. Every single Archduke stared at the large screen with the same shocked, grim expression.
An hour had passed since the Resource Wars began, and through their shared will, many Archdukes had established contact with their successors inside the competition, guiding them toward Atticus' location.
It was something that should have been impossible, as influencing the competition from the outside was strictly forbidden. Yet somehow, the Span had not blocked their attempts.
But what they had initially believed to be an advantage had instead turned into a catastrophic mistake.
Their successors had found Atticus. They had converged on him exactly as intended.
But the battle they expected never happened.
Instead, what followed was slaughter.
Atticus had killed every single one of them in mere seconds.
