Sneaking

Atticus and Aurora moved deftly and swiftly from branch to branch. Despite more than 10 minutes having passed since they had fought and killed the bone race warriors, neither of them had uttered a single word to each other, an unusual silence enveloping the scene.

Aurora's expression appeared impassive, as though she was normal, but her gaze couldn't lie. Her eyes were unfocused, as if she was completely lost in thought.

Atticus, of course, noticed all these things, but he still decided not to say anything. Aurora had killed someone, and considering the current situation of the planet, she would do it again.

'I can't be there every time to hold her hand; she has to get through this by herself,' he thought. It was the best situation to train her. Better here than in the battlefield when her life would be at stake.

Atticus clicked on his device, a holographic image of a map appearing in front of him. He glanced at the map without slowing his steps.