"How do you like my present?"
Emeric's voice echoed through the camp as he addressed Atticus with a smile.
His hands rose dramatically, fingers splayed, as if presenting an invisible treasure to Atticus.
Eager anticipation painted Emeric's features with a wide smile, but it soon wavered after a few seconds had passed and he received no response.
Just complete and utter silence.
Focusing on Atticus once more, his face morphed into a frown as he saw that he wasn't even looking at him.
Instead, his gaze was focused on the group of youths he was currently controlling.
'Why is it so quiet?' Emeric wondered.
The area was eerily quiet. It was very odd, considering there were more than a thousand members of his division currently standing behind him.
It was as though none of them dared to make a sound in fear of standing out.
'They're scared of… him?'
Emeric was confused.
