As the blinding light began enveloping the group, Atticus started wondering about the status of the people on Eldoralth.
He had decimated the Vortharion world, and the precautions he took before he left made sure the same wouldn't happen to Eldoralth.
'Noctis and Whisker.'
In any sense, one of them would be able to protect Eldoralth. The former was his perfect copy, and the latter was a being from the middle planes.
They were both powerful in their own right. But Atticus hadn't wanted to take any chances, he had no idea what the threat might be.
'But…' this was his major concern. Quiet Flame hadn't been able to warn Eldoralth like Iron Crown had warned Vortharion. Which meant it was possible Eldoralth had been caught by surprise.
'There might be deaths.'
Atticus's gaze was cold as the light enveloped him and the others, their visions turning black.
A second passed.
And as the darkness receded, Atticus opened his eyes to a world with colours.
