Atticus appeared down and his gaze immediately found Ozeroth, who stood straight ahead with his eyes narrowed at the advancing spirit army. Beside him, Ozerra hovered with a confused expression, clearly trying to make sense of what was happening.
"Traitor Ozeroth!"
The spirit god leading the army shone brightly.
"I have come to deliver your judgment for betraying your people and our king! Come out here and face me!"
Atticus frowned.
"Well? How do you want to handle this?"
"..."
Atticus glanced at Ozeroth, whose expression had hardened.
"I know they’re your people and all. But right now they’re enemies. We can’t spare them."
"Yeah..."
Ozeroth’s hand clenched slowly at his sides.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Ozerra furrowed her brows, and Atticus turned to Ozeroth.
"Will you tell her, or should I?"
"Big bro?"
"Huh...?"
The sudden call caught Atticus off guard. He glanced at Ozerra, who was now staring directly at Ozeroth.
’He must have told her.’
He felt a faint stab of envy. How would it feel, he wondered, to have someone call him big brother without...
"They were... are my people, Ozerra,"
Ozeroth finally said, turning fully toward her.
"Your people? You mean...?"
"Yes. It’s where I came from."
"Our father..."
Ozerra’s fists clenched at her sides as she turned her gaze back to the vast spirit army.
"Bond. I know that man. He’s one of the Primarchs and a tier six being. The Spirit King is brainwashing his mind."
"So?"
"...We can’t just kill them."
"..."
Atticus studied him silently. He had always known Ozeroth carried a soft spot for the people of the spirit world, except the Spirit King himself, but what Ozeroth was asking of him now was...
"I’ll make you pay for your treason! I declare my intent to seize this territory! Attack!"
At the spirit God’s roar, the army poured forward, charging towards them. High above them, the spirit god unsheathed his blade and launched himself forward with a furious roar.
"Bond..."
Ozeroth turned and met Atticus’ eyes, freezing the latter. There was no pride in Ozeroth’s eyes, only pleading.
’What should I do?’
Atticus frowned. The pain in Ozeroth’s expression was clear, and the fact that someone like him had been driven to this state spoke volumes about how much this meant to him.
Still... what he was being asked to do was dangerous on more levels than he cared to count.
’What if they were my family?’
If his people, his family, had been brainwashed by the spirit king and were suddenly attacking him, killing them would be the last thing on his mind.
"Can you even undo the brainwashing?"
"That’s for me to worry about."
Atticus closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath. When he opened them again, his decision had already been made. He raised one arm calmly.
"Sleep."

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