Opponent

Magnus clenched his fist tightly, his eyes glowing an intense white. Like the other race paragons, he did nothing. It would be futile.

A frown appeared on both Luminous and Thorne's faces. Though they truly didn't like the boy, they were bound by contract to do everything in their power to protect him.

Should his life be in danger, they might have to go on a rampage here—an action that would surely spell their doom.

Seraphina gently placed a hand on Magnus's shoulder. The apexes' display of strength had been overwhelming, but unfortunately, there was no time to reflect on it. The current situation was far more pressing.

"It's not your fault," she said softly.

But Magnus's fist only clenched tighter.

No matter what anyone said, he had been the one to ask Atticus to participate in the Nexus. He had great faith in the boy's abilities, but life was full of uncertainties, and this situation only served to prove that fact.