"I concur," Oberon agreed before his hands blurred in the air, engraving words that formed into a golden orb that floated toward Atticus.
Atticus's gaze met Oberon's, and the latter nodded reassuringly.
"It's a way to pass information."
Despite Oberon's words, Atticus still scrutinized the orb. Finding nothing wrong with it, he touched it and absorbed its information.
Atticus processed the knowledge in less than a second, his expression remaining unreadable.
His gaze flicked toward Oberon, who was already watching him.
"It could work," Atticus finally spoke.
Oberon nodded. "Naturally."
"There's no direct counter to their technique. No detection method that works universally. No immediate way to strip them of their disguise."
"Which is why we don't try to detect them," Oberon interjected. "Instead, we establish something that cannot be faked."
