Hope.
This emotion was what filled the Obliteri's gaze.
Her intense white hair flickered slightly as she urged Atticus to kiss her hand.
'It's not like she's giving me a choice.'
A wry smile appeared on his face. It was an emotion that baffled Atticus to his core. He just couldn't understand it.
Hope?
How? Why?
Why would anyone feel hope just from getting their hand kissed? Yet, this was what he felt.
In fact, her emotions were so intense and obvious that even the others could see it.
Aurora stared at the Obliteri Apex, utterly confused. Even Lirae was at a loss, her brows slightly furrowed as she watched.
'But her hands…'
Atticus shifted his focus once more.
Touching those bare hands would cause his skin to decay. He knew this fact well, as he had learned one of their race's techniques and knew its effects.
But then he looked at her eyes again.
White. Intense. Filled with hope and expectation.
Maera, unlike Lirae, was shorter and could even be considered petite.
