Atticus gazed at the blue dome that had covered most parts of the wasteland with narrowed eyes.
'A trap?' he wondered. They'd been shooting through the wasteland for a while now, why was it only happening now?
And besides, they weren't even flying close to the ground. How the hell had anyone sprung a trap?
Atticus glanced at the others. Ozeroth had also narrowed his eyes, while the others had frowns on their faces as they stared at the dome.
Regardless, they didn't stop. Doing that seemed stupid. If this was a trap, then they had every intention of blasting right through it.
But barely a second passed before Atticus felt a heavy force slam into his mind.
'What—?'
His vision went blurry for a moment, then his will roared. In his mindscape, it looked like a bonfire being doused with fuel.
The invading force vanished as quickly as it had come, and his vision cleared.
'A mind attack.'
