Atticus appeared at the top of the hill, eyes narrowed.
'Weird.'
During the brief moment he vanished from the training hall and appeared here, he had suddenly felt something… odd.
He couldn't explain it. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in a while, like a chill down his spine. Danger.
Atticus's gaze flashed, and he focused on the training room he'd just left. The three apexes were leaving the room.
He scanned the room for any threats, focusing on the apexes again when he found nothing.
'Nothing changed.'
They were just as he had left them. While they had intense frowns on their faces, clearly angry at what just happened, it was a reaction Atticus had expected. After all, he couldn't possibly expect them to be all smiles after they just became slaves.
Atticus scrutinized the three once more and cleared the image when he found nothing.
'What was that feeling?'