Oberon remained unmoved, even accepting of Atticus’ actions.
It was important to establish a clear sense of superiority early on. A total of five worlds had joined them, the size of the world and population had multiplied manyfold. It would take someone with an iron fist to maintain order in such a world.
Magnus too appeared calm. His expression didn’t show any signs of reaction, but his slightly clenched fist was a little indication of his troubled emotions. It wasn’t that he didn’t agree with Atticus’ methods, it was something else entirely.
Avalon, instead, wore a serious expression on his face. He glanced downwards and nodded. Atticus had covered the hill with a veil the instant the armies appeared.
Anastasia and the others couldn’t see what was going on. While Anastasia had witnessed Atticus fighting and even killing before, it was unclear how she would react to a scene like this. The best thing was to hide it from her.
Avalon wasn’t against Atticus’ actions. In fact, he agreed with them. He saw the necessity. But the problem with scenes like this was that it was easy to paint someone the villain. Not that his son cared.
Seeing someone kill two people who couldn’t resist in cold blood would make people want to believe Atticus was the bad guy. They would abandon the fact that those two had wanted to kill him first. That if he didn’t have the power, they would have.
Still, it was all propaganda.
The three seconds passed in a blink, and almost everyone signed the mana contract. The people from the Somnera, Khelzar, and Vemirath worlds had all signed.
While the majority from the Surnix Hold and Ashveil Dominion worlds had signed, there were still some who hadn’t.
Their reasons ranged from loyalty to pride. But Atticus hadn’t cared. He treated them all the same.
Their screams pierced the air as they each compressed into nothingness.
Then, there was nothing but silence, until Atticus spoke.
"You’ll all report to them." With a wave, Oberon and Jenera appeared in front of him.
"Their words are mine. For now, return back to your people and calm them down. The less stupidity there is, the less deaths. I am no stranger to genocide."
Atticus’ last words froze their hearts. They each nodded rapidly, just as Atticus waved his arm, sending them back towards their groups.
Atticus felt the stares of the Eldorians almost instantly. He turned towards them, the heaviness of his gaze settling significantly.
"Things will be a bit chaotic for a few days with this merge," Atticus said. "But it’s best everything is in order before Ascension Day. I want all of you to work together to absorb these new worlds."
The expressions of the Eldorians turned serious as they nodded.
Atticus turned towards Oberon and Jenera. "Think of ways we can structure everything. Bring them to me as soon as possible."
As they both nodded, Atticus excused himself and appeared back on the hill. The tremor of clashing auras and even the merging of the worlds hadn’t reached here.
Atticus had covered the entire place, he had expected the attack. He had known what he would have to do, but he hadn’t wanted Anastasia to see it.
Unfortunately, now that he was a god, his mother crying at night was no longer a sight he could miss. And it hurt his heart to see her like that.
Atticus settled down on the hill, raising an eyebrow as he saw Whisker emerging from the main building.
"Are you okay?" he asked after a moment, having taken note of his tired eyes and dropped shoulders.
Whisker sighed, shaking his head.
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