Chapter 55 A True Leader!

• Percival's rage was out of control, his sharp claws extended and teeth bared in his lupine form. Every corner of the royal hall bore witness to his unrestrained fury, with furniture and objects shattered in a display of chaos. A maid, who had unfortunately crossed his path at the wrong moment, became the victim of his relentless wrath. Her body was torn apart, her head severed from her torso, painting the room with a grotesque red. Blood dripped between Percival's bloodstained claws, his chest rising and falling in a frenzied rhythm. The memory of a recent defeat echoed in his mind, further fueling the flame of his anger. Atticus, who once seemed a mere concern, now loomed as an imminent and real threat.
• That morning, Atticus made a firm and resolute decision. Two days had passed since they began to recover from the battle they had faced, and Atticus’s determination was stronger than ever. He knew it was time to move forward, to advance toward his destiny. The group accompanying him shared this sentiment, understanding that they were involved in something far greater than themselves.
• Atticus's eyes carried the depth of his journey, the visible and invisible marks of his history reflected in his gaze. Each member of the group carried with them an understanding of the secret he held, a secret that had been revealed to them in a surprising manner. However, there was a mutual respect among them, a connection that went beyond words. No one dared question the nature of this secret, for Atticus's imposing presence and fearless spirit were enough to deter any unwelcome curiosity.