"Where are you going?"
"…!"
Anorah, who had been about to step into the pathway, halted.
She looked up just as Atticus descended and landed before her.
'Of course…'
Aside from being the god of this territory, Atticus was not someone who could be deceived so easily. She had always known that.
"…."
Under his silent stare, Anorah exhaled.
"I'm leaving."
"…."
Atticus didn't look even remotely surprised.
"To find your father?"
"…Yes."
"Why not go together?"
"Because it could be a trap. I'm not letting anyone else get hurt because of me."
Anorah had turned it over in her mind countless times. Trusting the usurpers was likely the most foolish decision she could make. And yet, with the sword in her possession, she had no doubt her father was still alive.
'There's no choice.'
Her fists tightened at her sides.
She knew Atticus would offer to help. But there was no universe in which she would risk him, and their entire world, on something this uncertain.
