Atticus found himself inside a hall of shimmering blue. Tall, thick pillars rose from the ground to the high ceilings. There was no podium, nor was there some sort of platform. It was simply just a long, wide, and endless blue hall.
"Sheesh. Those Zorvan would love it here."
He could hear Whisker's irritated voice from behind him. The man seemed to hate the color blue after their brief venture into the Zorvan world.
But Atticus wasn't paying him any attention.
'Other people.' That was the next thing he noticed. His eyes narrowed as he saw multiple people suddenly appearing inside the hall. They hadn't come with him.
As they appeared, they also glanced around, eyes calm, intensity piercing.
'Other gods,' Atticus recognized.
Just like him, most of them had one or two warriors accompanying them. But that wasn't what Atticus focused on. It was their auras. Their wills. Their presence.
