At Atticus' command, Oberon slowly shut his eyes.
Both his arms were clenched so hard the air around them trembled.
'He'll take my power…'
Without power, survival in a world like this was nigh impossible. He had spent years being Atticus' second in command, and by all things considered, he had been good at it.
So good that he was sure of it, the number of enemies he'd made were incalculable. If word of his sudden weakness should spread, he could kiss his life goodbye.
'He won't help me.'
Atticus taking his Eldorian power is a clear indication that he'd fallen out of favor with him.
'It's not his fault. I was the one who chose this. I don't regret anything.'
He had chosen love over power, and Oberon refused to cast any blame on Atticus. As an intellectual, choosing love over clear survival was ludicrous and by all fact, stupid.
But it was his choice, and he would carry the cross alone.
"I'm ready."
As Oberon said, he felt Jenera's arm around him tighten.
