Atticus stared calmly as the Enigmalnk man landed a few meters away from him.
Oberon could be considered what most rulers would call an advisor. Not necessarily the most trusted, Atticus never truly trusted anyone, despite the restrictions and precautions he placed on them.
Since the day he found a way to bypass the absoluteness of a mana contract, Atticus had resolved to never rely fully on any restriction. Betrayal could come from anywhere… at any moment… from anyone.
This was why, like always, even with Whisker, Atticus observed Oberon closely as the man began speaking.
"Supreme Ruler… I have brought—"
As a god, very little, if anything, escaped Atticus' notice. He could feel everything the Eldorian felt, right down to his intent.
Awe. Respect. Caution.