At his word, the time of the hundreds of billions of people across Eldoralth stopped.
No one moved. Even breathing became impossible. The temperature of the world rose, and sweat drenched the clothes of many.
At this moment, Atticus stared at the world with a widened gaze.
'My mother?'
The singular thought shook him more than anyone could have imagined. Someone had tried to kill his mother?
It seemed ludicrous. He was god in this world—absolute. That anyone would think of doing such a thing was pure madness. Yet…
Atticus slowly scanned his surroundings.
'They had been so close…'
If he hadn't placed runes on Anastasia that transported him to her side in case of danger, she would be dead.
Atticus clenched his fists.
'Someone died.'
He had scanned the world upon arrival and noticed the absence of his Raven Guard. Yotad had chosen to guard Anastasia since protecting him was useless. From a glance at the scene, Atticus could tell what had occurred.
'He sacrificed himself.'
