It was as though a cold tremor ran through his entire body. As soon as Atticus saw the change in all of their expressions, he knew something terrible had happened.
For people of their strength to look this worried, he could only expect the worst. Thorne confirmed his fears in the next moment.
"They want us to stay behind and attend the banquet."
Atticus's gaze narrowed. A banquet?
It seemed appropriate, even natural considering the circumstances. Atticus had won the entire Nexus for the human race; it was only fitting the finalists attended the celebration. However, in their world, it was too good to be true.
Thorne immediately nodded in satisfaction. He appreciated the serious look on Atticus's face as he spoke.
'It means he can use his head. This is good,' Thorne thought.
