Atticus noticed a few men too, but most had their heads down and shoulders slumped, walking meekly.
It was an odd sight.
And it reminded him once again that the world was now bigger than ever, full of new societies and customs.
'This'll take some getting used to.'
Atticus shook his head, deciding to ignore it for now. He narrowed in on their location: the massive palace at the center of the city.
He vanished again, appearing inside a large coliseum where battle was raging.
The arena was cracked and ruined, with large craters everywhere. The air was heavy, bloodlust saturating the space.
In the middle of the chaos stood a man cloaked in gold, Ozeroth. He had no weapon in hand. Just a wide grin on his face as he faced a group of Amazonian women staring at him cautiously from the far end of the arena.
Smoke still billowed from a spot on the wall where one of their own had crashed moments ago.
"You foolish fiend!"
