Atticus stood there, though he did not approach. He couldn't understand why Keiran didn't dodge when he could. Did something attack his psyche? Was there poison in the air? Perhaps it was Talia. Questions filled his head as he stood nearly ten meters away. His eyes swept the area for any sort of hidden trap.
He found none. This absence of danger, rather than providing relief, only heightened his caution, making him even more wary of the unseen dangers.
Altair's smile only seemed to deepen, the redness pulsing with the sudden throbbing of his pupils. It was a smile that held a secret, a hidden power that was nearly indescribably invisible to those who weren't aware of the signs of the Eye of Sacrilege. It reached across the distance, invading Atticus' mind, cautious not to make any irregular gestures.
