Avalon's eyes widened in shock, his intense gaze locking onto Atticus. The words hit him like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, he said nothing, just stared.
His lips parted as if to say something, but no sound came out. Instead, he turned to the side, his face twisted in pain.
Atticus continued. "The rest of us were away, but you were here in Sector 3. You were right here, and yet you weren't able to stop anything. If it wasn't for me, you would've lost your wife too."
The air around them grew scorching hot. Avalon's fire element spiked dangerously, the molecules in the air reacting to his unrestrained emotions.
His fiery aura flared as he turned sharply to face Atticus, his hands trembling, blood dripping from his clenched fists.
"You—" Avalon began, his voice shaking with fury.
But Atticus didn't let him finish. "Am I wrong?" he asked calmly.
