Atticus stood high up on a balcony, overlooking the entire city.
Just seconds ago, the city had been enveloped in a brooding silence. Many of the resistance gods had trembled at the thought of the Redflame descent. All hope had been lost before the battle even began.
However, a few words from the golden woman, whose appearance was every bit like a goddess, had changed everything.
The resistance gods and champions gritted their teeth, eyes blazing. They wore resolute expressions as they marched towards the edge of the city. Weapons were drawn, wills flaring and rising into the air.
The air in the city grew suffocating as everyone gripped their weapons tight, staring at the approaching Redflames.
Yet, Atticus couldn't take his eyes off Anorah in the sky. Just moments ago, he had gone on about how alike they were, both willing to go far for revenge. But Atticus was starting to see the difference too.
'She's a good leader.'
