The Evolari paragon, Jenera, gazed at Atticus with star-like eyes, as though he were a priceless treasure.
She loved change. She loved growth. She loved evolution.
And a seventeen-year-old boy becoming a paragon had activated that love.
She took a second before adding, "If you're willing to give me the unfiltered answer, the Evolari will ally with humanity."
The gazes of all the other paragons shot up in shock. Jenera's declaration had been that absurd.
It was a well-known fact that the Vampyros had declared the humans as their enemies, which meant that the Evolari making that claim practically meant they were ready to go to war with the Vampyros.
"What are you doing?"
Jezeneth's voice was cold, icy. Her feral gaze fixed itself on Jenera, her tone demanding.
Jenera diverted her gaze from Atticus, her expression losing its excitement, turning cold as it settled on Jezeneth.
"What do you mean?" she asked, calm.
