The two armies that had been roaring towards the group had stopped. No sounds left each of their lips. None of them could even so much as breathe.
Their time had suddenly stopped. And as they felt the boundless presence pressing down on each of them, they turned their trembling eyes upwards to see a figure staring down at them.
It was the same person who was supposed to be their target. The child god.
Both armies were made up of the elites of both worlds. The people whose power was only second to their god.
While the surviving champions had lived it, the others had watched the Virelenna from beginning to end. They had seen their people killed. Their god, slain by the child god.
As soon as they felt the merge between worlds, their need for revenge had overtaken all reason.
They had brandished their weapons, they had roared at the top of their lungs, all for the sake of killing the child god and avenging their gods.
But as though to remind them of their stupidity, he had simply frozen them in their tracks with only a thought.
The warriors felt their hearts pound as Atticus’ gaze bore down on them, not saying anything. In front of him were the ones who had led them, the twin, and the Amazonian archer.
They were both still. Their auras gone. Killing intent snuffed out. They gazed at Atticus with nothing but fear.
Suddenly, all over the scene, multiple groups of people materialized mid air.
One close look informed everyone that they were groups from the other worlds Atticus had acquired, the worlds of Somnera, Khelzar, and Vemirath.
They each looked startled, glancing around rapidly as they tried to figure out how they had suddenly gotten here.
But not even a second passed before they felt the boundless aura. They shot their gazes upwards, only for their hearts to freeze.
Like flipping a switch, they all went still and silent. They understood the significance of this moment.
As the silence stretched, Atticus finally moved his mouth to speak.
"My name is Atticus Ravenstein," he began, voice reaching all beings present. "Some of you already know who I am. You watched my fight against your champions, against your god, killing them. You’re angry, and you want revenge. That’s understandable. But unfortunately... none of that matters."
A cloud gathered across the skies, enveloping the world in perpetual darkness. Thunder crackled through the clouds and rain began to descend.
But it had barely touched the ground when it paused. Then, it began to ascend. Rain moved backwards.
But no one had the opportunity to take it all in before the water suddenly dispersed. Then, sunlight pierced through the clouds, dispersing them.
The sun bore down on the area like judgment. The water evaporated and the heat rose to unseen levels.
Just as the sizzling sound of flesh began burning, the weather changed once more. Despite the hot sun still shining above, the air became cold.
Every breath they took sent out cold fog from their nose and mouths.
Then suddenly, the sun receded, clouds returned, and in a weird turn of events, the coldness vanished. Instead, the heat gripped their bodies like an iron vice.
The Eldorians and every other person watching couldn’t help but turn their shaken gazes up towards Atticus.
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