"Hey."
Oberon's words froze in his throat. That voice… this feeling.
'No….'
He turned, and the moment his eyes landed on the figure hovering in the sky, his pulse dropped.
"S-Supreme R-Ruler…" Oberon paled.
"Huh, Bond?"
"Hmm?"
Ozeroth glanced up, followed by Whisker. Seeing them and the host suddenly looking to the skies, the crowd followed their gaze.
The cheers vanished at once. Silence fell over the coliseum.
Millions froze. For a moment, only the sound of awkward coughing echoed through the vast arena.
Atticus stared down at them all. There were millions present, yet each felt as though his eyes were fixed solely on them.
"Who," he said, "will answer for this?"
"Su-Supreme Ruler, I— I can explain!" Oberon stammered, spinning toward the crowd for help, only to find a sea of blank, terrified faces. His mind went empty.
'What do I do!?'
As he began to panic, luckily, a loud voice saved him.
"Bond! You're back!"
Ozeroth shot into the sky, grinning as he faced Atticus.
