It was obvious that the superior race members here were each spies. And if they weren't blatant enemies, Atticus might have let them be.
However, he was not a person who entertained his enemies. No matter what.
The Dimensari, Vampyros, and Nullite race members stood on one side of the forest, their heads held high and their bodies radiating an aura of dominance.
The other lower and mid-race members stood far from them, not willing to earn their ire.
As Atticus's gaze settled upon them, it was as though the weight of the world had suddenly rested on their shoulders.
The dominant aura they once exuded was instantly snuffed out.
Not a single word left Atticus's lips.
He did not even deem them worthy of a simple gesture.
Just a slight thought…
And then the earth beneath them shifted violently.
The ground swirled like a vortex, churning and twisting until dozens of massive hands erupted from the soil.