'Dronvet used hand signs… the women used words… then…'
Atticus tried to guess what the last group's method was. The last one belonged to the god who had awakened a concept, that group was the one he was most wary of. He had to tread carefully.
Unfortunately, it seemed they only had intel on the military women for now.
Atticus was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Magnus and Aric settling into one of the couches with a loud bam.
They had reverted to their normal forms, but considering their broad frames, they filled the seats completely, sitting shoulder to shoulder.
It was almost comical, especially with both of them wearing stoic expressions, arms crossed across their chests.
Atticus shook his head and smiled.
"Well, I guess we should be glad they're giving us time to recover," he said. "We should rest and get ready for the next scenario."
"Haaa, why is it taking so long to start!?" Ozeroth complained, drawing a baffled look from Atticus.
