The pressure was intense.
As the paragons of all the other races arrived, a suffocating weight gripped the area like an iron vice.
If not for the fact that the platform had been created by Oberon, who had accounted for the pressure from people of their strength gathering together, it would have long since crumbled.
Regardless, it still shook with intensity as the tension skyrocketed.
'Just as expected.'
Atticus calmly scanned the area.
He had already anticipated this.
The other races hadn't just sent representatives to this meeting.
No.
Each of their respective leaders had come personally.
It wasn't every day one would hear that a seventeen-year-old had become a paragon.
It was a matter too serious to leave for representatives.
They had come to bear witness themselves and see if the news was true or not. But Atticus knew that this wasn't the only reason they had come.
Their gazes were fixed on him like predators watching prey.
They were shocked.
They were baffled.
