Atticus watched as the figures of each Marquis stood frozen midair, just before the white haired woman.
'She stopped them…'
The white haired woman glanced back at him, a sudden fierceness burning in her eyes.
"Hesitation. Truly disappointing. A true warrior is ready at all times. You still have much to learn."
Atticus was at a loss for words. He could tell from her gaze that she meant every word. Rather than dealing with the enemies trying to kill them, teaching him a lesson clearly mattered more to her.
"D-die—"
She turned to face the Marquis as they began to squirm and strain, trying to tear free from her hold.
Not long after, the cave trembled as even more enemies burst through the walls, engulfing the space in a choking haze.
Purple eyes shone through the dust, each one locking onto him. There was no mistaking who their sole target was.
Yet despite the overwhelming killing intent directed at him, Atticus found his gaze drawn back to the strange white haired woman.
