Help

The hall went silent. Atticus was too baffled to offer any sort of response.

"B-bored?" he muttered after a few seconds passed. He had been expecting something profound at the end, something that would give insight into why this man was doing everything he was doing. If he had to be honest, he had thought it was revenge.

The human domain had treated beasts as simple commodities for centuries now; it wouldn't be shocking if their supposed leader was angry about that.

But it seemed as though he had stumbled upon another weird character.

'As if those sanctum masters weren't enough,' Atticus sighed inwardly.

'At least this works in my favor. He doesn't have an underlying hatred for the human race or any stupid thing like that.'