"Em, Atticus…" Zenon began, voice tense, but Atticus cut him off.
"I know." Atticus' voice was no less serious. The situation was that tense after all.
A bombardment of attacks was all they could currently see. It rained down towards them, promising nothing but devastation.
However, neither of them could use their mana.
They had tried everything in their power to move their mana but to no avail. Without mana, and with Will being restricted, how the fuck were they supposed to defend against this bombardment?
The tension in Atticus' voice didn't reflect his expression. Despite the bombardment, he looked as calm as a still lake. He glanced downward, mind spinning.
'Another trap.'
Reaching this place, the mountainous region wasn't the only thing that had revealed itself.
Another sigil, glowing even brighter than the one before, had formed beneath them, covering the entire space.
