Chapter 27 How Could This Have Happened?

• Atticus tightly gripped Lazarus's arm, his gaze a toxic mix of anger and fear. “Are you out of your mind? Do you want to be discovered too? Any misstep, and he'll find us. Our moves need to be precise and meticulous.” The tension in the air was thick as Atticus mulled over the imminent risks and the need for extreme caution.
• Atticus paced restlessly back and forth, his hands fidgeting, searching for some form of comfort. His mind raced with the urgency of finding a way to free his loyal soldiers. He refused to stand by and watch them be cut down like mere debris. Each uncertain step he took was a manifestation of his desperation and unyielding determination.
• As anxiety consumed him, Atticus realized he couldn’t let fear paralyze his actions. He needed to act, but the question lingered: how could he outmaneuver the now vigilant and alert royal guard? With each turn he made around the room, his mind wrestled to find an answer, but it seemed elusive, hidden in the shadows of uncertainty. The tension in the air was palpable, and Atticus felt the weight of responsibility on his shoulders, like a wolf leading his pack through hostile territory.