That evening, Atticus gathered the entire family in the living room of the mansion.
"What is this, bond? I'm a busy man, you know."
Whisker sneered.
"If you're busy, then everyone in this domain must be worked to death."
"That's rich coming from you. Lazy man, always at the beach."
"Well, at least I'm handsome."
"What does that have to do with— wait. Ozeroth is handsome too."
"Enough, both of you."
Atticus' heavy glare silenced them instantly.
"I have an announcement to make."
"What is it, son?" Avalon said, and the rest of the family turned their attention to Atticus.
"Freya."
He gestured to her. She hesitated for a brief moment before stepping forward, her fists clenched tightly at her sides.
The moment her eyes met Atticus' steady gaze, she gave a faint nod.
She raised her arm, and her eyes suddenly flushed dark as a pale, shadowy orb formed above her palm.
"!!!!"
Everyone's eyes widened, several of them shooting to their feet.
