Lirae laughed. "You know, for someone with so much power, you're very cute."
"Cute, huh." Atticus echoed, but his mind flashed with a scene, one painted in blood and ash.
The Zorvan world, burning beneath his hands.
How would Lirae react if she knew what he did? How would Zoey? His family?
He hadn't told anyone the full details. They all knew the Zorvans were gone, but not how. No one had asked, and he hadn't said anything.
"You are," Lirae nodded. "In any case, I'm glad you're the one leading this world. These past three months have been the most peaceful time we've had. None of the races dare to stir anything, and even the paragons are behaving. If only we could keep it this way…"
"Things are about to change. This peace won't last," Atticus said simply.
Lirae's expression turned serious. "I know that."
"Do you?" Atticus turned to her, speaking before she could respond.
