Chapter 56 These Lands Are Dangerous

• Atticus stood firm, his chest rising and falling slightly after the display of his strength and control. His body still radiated energy, as if the transformation he had just undergone left visible marks. He lifted his gaze, fixing it on each of those who had once despised him. He didn’t need to say a word. The silence that followed spoke louder than any speech. His presence commanded respect, and the fact that he now mastered his abilities with unquestionable skill was evident.
• Lazarus slowly uncrossed his arms. A faint smile formed on his lips, almost imperceptible, but laden with pride. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, coming into Atticus’ view. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Lazarus saw, behind Atticus' firmness, relief. Not from exhaustion, but from finally proving to everyone what he had always known he was capable of.
• Atticus lifted his chin, still dominating the atmosphere. Lazarus approached with slow steps, feeling the reverence in the air.