BAM!
Ozeroth's radiant figure landed beside Atticus with a loud crash, dust billowing around him.
"Who pissed in your breakfast?" he said casually, glancing at Atticus, who wore an icy expression.
Atticus's mouth twitched slightly, barely restraining a smile. It was typical Ozeroth, he hadn't even lowered his voice. His words rumbled through the area, echoing in the ears of every stunned spectator who was still frozen in dread.
Atticus finally spoke. "The Vampyros Queen?"
Ozeroth's face contorted briefly before he cleared his throat. "That sneaky bitch ran with her tail tucked between her legs."
Atticus's brow furrowed. He didn't like that. He had hoped this battle would take care of most, if not all, of his enemies. But one of the worst had just slipped away.
Still, it wasn't Jezeneth herself he was worried about.
'The one controlling her…'
She'd report back, and another clash was inevitable.
