Atticus eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze towards the crimson skies.
A barrage of attacks had just landed on the aegis shield, sending a wave of fear surging through the entire domain.
Atticus turned his gaze towards the people trembling below. The war had been ongoing for more than a month, but it was obvious the fear they each felt was only getting more intense.
'If that shield should fall, they're all dead.'
The Zorvans swarmed the domains from every direction. Atticus had no idea how the paragons were still holding the aegis shield, especially when the Zorvans had a weapon designed specifically to neutralize it.
Still, regardless of how they did it, he couldn't help but commend them. They had done a great job.
But now… "Now, you have to hold on a bit more."
If that shield were to fall while he was still in this weakened state, especially with Whisker nowhere to be found, only carnage would await the alliance.
'I have to recover. Fast.'
