Atticus fixed his heavy gaze on the Apexes. He… didn't know what to say.
'Why?' This was the question bugging him.
Why had they done it? Atticus hadn't shown any hint of wanting to kill them. Their lives hadn't been in danger. While they had been fighting for Eldoralth's survival, he hadn't informed the Apexes.
None of them should've known what was actually going on.
Which meant… there were no imminent threats. That was what made it so confusing.
It was known that they were risking their lives in the fourth trial. Its threat level was so high that none amongst his predecessors had passed it.
The only reason Atticus himself had attempted it was because his life had been in danger. But here they were, each seated cross legged, eyes closed, and weapons glowing.
'Will they pass?' Atticus wasn't sure. He had no idea if their trial would be the same as his.
But he had spent enough time in the trial to realize how unique his ability to manipulate mana signatures was.