Atticus wasn't sure, because this time, things were completely different. He didn't know much about the Gardener's powers, only what he had been told by Whisker.
Just as his name suggested, it had to deal with nurturing and growth. But that was far too vague to form an accurate assessment.
The Gardener had just turned the entire human domain, Atticus' home, into his own personal domain.
Everywhere he looked now pulsed with trees and greenery. And if Atticus had the option, he would never fight anyone named the Gardener in a place literally filled with plants.
However, he had no intention of letting him escape.
He was hell-bent on getting rid of all his enemies. Once and for all.
The Gardener would fall here. No matter what.
Still, Atticus chose to observe. For now.
"That look suits you," the Gardener said.
