"To burn down the Spirit World."
Atticus just stared at Zoey for a long time. And she met his eyes with a calm stare.
Her eyes had changed.
The first time he saw Zoey in that clearing, he'd seen her forced eyes. The eyes of someone with a goal and a determination to see it through.
Knowing her over the year, he had found out what that goal was. And while he found it naive, he still admired her resolve.
But what Atticus was looking at now was different.
Zoey's eyes weren't determined. Determination meant someone had recognized how perilous the path ahead was, and had prepared their heart for it.
But her eyes were too calm for that.
It was as though everything she said was simply a fact. An event that would happen.
"What about your goal to save all of Eldoralth?" Atticus asked.
Zoey chuckled and turned away from him. She gestured to the vast landscape, the world.
"What's there to save? You've done all of that already."
