"These rotten bastards!" Ozeroth's voice came out as a roar that shook the caves.
While others looked at him with baffled gazes, Atticus looked at him with a gaze filled with pity.
He could barely blame the man. From what he had just felt, the penalty had taken 40% off his total power. And by saying power, Atticus was talking about everything, his will, abilities, everything had been reduced by 40%.
'It didn't affect me…' This was what baffled Atticus the most. Although he had anticipated it, it was still baffling.
They were bonded together, soul to soul. What affected one, affected the other. It was odd that the penalty affected only Ozeroth.
After a thought, Atticus shook his head. It only went to show just how much power the stars held, how boundless they were.
"Stop whining," Atticus said after a second, earning a glare from Ozeroth. He ignored it and turned to face the others.
"Ozeroth's power has been reduced by 40%."
The others sucked in a cold breath.
