The man's expression barely shifted, but it was clear. He was far from entertained by Atlas's rejection.
Well, wasn't that inevitable?
Not every lord had the spine to spit in the face of a massive alliance. Many would have bowed their heads without hesitation. Yet here Atlas was, once again rejecting another offer of submission.
Why is it always more alliances I have to cross?
He had just escaped one threat, only to stumble into another. Though this one, at least, was nothing like Kareem's overwhelming dominion.
"I am not one who finds amusement in rejection," the old man finally said.
Atlas didn't answer. Instead, Bolin drifted backward, sword sliding away. His forces mirrored the motion, their formation pulling back as well.
Luna stepped closer, standing beside Atlas, her eyes fixed on the old man's next move.
Then, with a subtle gesture of his hand, everything changed.
