Atticus had just destroyed the Willguard headquarters, decimated their world, and slaughtered every living being in the domain, utterly unfazed.
Yet, as he stared at the swirling portal before him, a faint frown formed on his face. Somehow, returning home made him feel… nervous.
"Relax… old Pounce has you covered." Whisker grinned. "I've come up with worse excuses than this."
But it wasn't that Atticus was a stranger to lying. It should be easy, after all, he hadn't told anyone where he had been heading.
"…That's not it."
As he told Whisker what he was truly worried about, Whisker winced.
"I mean… yeah, golden boy can be unpredictable, but he's not that bad, right?"
Both men exchanged a glance, then frowned.
"…There's only one way to find out."
He turned toward Azeron, Thora, Thomas, and Tia, who were each watching them curiously. Then he stepped forward and entered the portal.
His vision swam for a moment, then cleared.
