{A/N: Hey guys! For those who bought the earlier chapter, the content has been updated and would be the first chapter of today. Once again, I'm sorry for the mixup. Cheers! }
"What do you know about what Lucas used to trap us?" Atticus asked as he entered his training room.
Ozeorth grumbled immediately in his mind, "You're getting lazy, bond. Want everything handed to you like some pampered princess?"
Atticus rolled his eyes. "The princess thing is getting old, Ozzy."
"It is not! The only thing getting old here is that blasphemous name!"
"Ozzy can never get old. Trust me."
Ozeorth was on the verge of another outburst when Atticus cut him off, raising a hand in surrender.
"Fine, fine, I'll stop. For now. Just enlighten me, oh great Ozeorth."
Ozeorth paused, clearly enjoying the title, then cleared his throat with a hum. "Hmph. If only you were this respectful all the time…"
Atticus wisely stayed silent. Any comment would only spark another argument.
