Atticus stared at the boundless sky, a million thoughts flashing through his mind.
After ten years, ten long years, it was finally time to ascend to the Crown. Atticus turned and fixed his people with a steady look. As they returned solemn gazes, a swirl of emotions rose within him.
These were all people who meant something to him in the entire domain. His family, friends, and the subordinates he had come to trust over the years.
Everyone was present. Even the three remaining Apex, Lirae, Maera, and Ae'ark, had joined them.
Aside from Ozeroth and Whisker, he had made sure to raise the power of his close family. Excluding Freya, whom he had already brought to the peak of the Span, the others were not far behind.
Though the same couldn't be said for their fighting ability, it eased his heart knowing they could at least protect themselves against whatever the Crown might throw at them.
His thoughts hardened.
'But it won't get to that.'
