Ever since the Zorvans descended and began attacking Eldoralth, after suffering incredible losses, each race on the planet banded together to form a singular alliance to fight back against them.
The alliance consisted of truly powerful individuals from all the different races. However, due to the extreme tension caused by the earlier wars, the distrust between them was palpable.
None of them trusted each other.
Despite having no choice but to form the alliance, internal conflicts were common.
Some chose sabotage.
Others resorted to outright betrayal.
Because of this, the heads of the alliance reached a consensus: mana contracts.
The leaders of each race were obligated, mandated, to sign a mana contract. The term leaders wasn’t limited to the singular rulers of their respective races but extended to their powerhouses, those with the power to cause irreparable change.
In simple terms, paragons.
"Every paragon is required to sign a contract," Thorne said, looking directly at Atticus, whose demeanor had turned cold.
"I don’t think that applies to the monster child," Luminous suddenly chimed in from the side. He scrutinized Atticus before speaking.
"The aura of his mana core is grandmaster—"
"Do you really think that changes anything?" Thorne countered.
"I agree with Thorne," Octavius added, his sharp eyes also turning to Atticus.
"Your mana core is at grandmaster- rank, but the aura you radiate is unmistakably paragon rank. Let’s not even mention the fact that you killed a grand elder of the Vampyros race and fought against seven others. I can assure you, the other races won’t care about the rank of your mana core," Octavius explained.
Thorne nodded. "The purpose of the rule in the first place is to bind those with enough power to cause irreparable damage to the alliance. What will you do?"
The hall fell silent, and even Magnus stared at Atticus, curious to see his response.
When Atticus’ eyes met his, Magnus gave him a reassuring nod.
He had no intention of interfering with his decision. He would stand by him regardless.
"I think you should do it," Octavius broke the silence, causing Atticus to turn his cold gaze toward him.
Octavius didn’t shy away, meeting Atticus’ gaze with narrowed eyes.
"You are in a position where your actions affect us, along with the human domain as a whole. You are our apex. Refusing to do this would give the superior races justification to target us and bring us down."
No one objected to Octavius’ words. His claims were partly right. If Atticus refused, the superior races would target the human domain.
The paragon had spoken with authority and reason.
But reason didn’t mean truth.
"So?"
Atticus spoke up after a moment, causing Octavius’ gaze to narrow.
He had just explained that the entire human domain would be targeted. What did he mean, "so?"
Octavius’ gaze sharpened. "You heard what I said, Apex Atticus. If you refuse, the superior races will see it as justification to bring us down."
"Since when do I owe any of you anything?"
Atticus didn’t mince his words.
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