The anger in the air kept building.
Even as the golden dome vanished, causing the sea of water to fall into the pit below, the anger continued to rise.
Carius had escaped.
The reality of those words felt heavy—so heavy that Atticus didn't want to accept it. It felt like an enormous burden.
It took some time for the truth to settle deep within Atticus. And as soon as it did, the anger simmered down significantly.
Atticus's gaze remained as cold as ice, but his mind had already started working. And when he thought about the entire situation, a cold fact brewed within him.
He just had to kill him another time.
From his brief interaction with Carius, Atticus had already raised his name to the top of his list of kill targets.
He hated when someone threatened his family; he hated it to the core. But that wasn't even the most dangerous aspect of Carius.
'He's a planner.'
