Atticus had seen their intentions coming a mile away. Political ploys. The same greed that had once plagued Eldoralth was beginning to rear its head again. Many wanted to secure more influence by involving their descendants.
Still, Atticus hadn't stopped them. He saw no need to micromanage.
When Oberon had informed him of everything, he had only told the man one thing:
"The people can be excused to an extent from breaking the law. But any higher up breaking it will result in immediate death."
Oberon had swallowed hard, and delivered the divine decree.
Luckily, no Paragon had been foolish enough to go against Atticus' words.
Now seated beside many of the Paragons were youths Atticus recognized. His old academy mates.
Seraphine and Gerald Stellaris. Lila and Dell Alverian. Zephyr Nebulon. And many others.
They flinched and lowered their gazes as Atticus' eyes landed on them.
