Atlas said with a cold chill in his voice, "I can't guarantee if I truly had met one of his small lackey crows, but most of the crows had attacked me the most. I had a feeling they were intending to attack me at first."
Atlas's words brought a chill to the woman's heart, and her pupils had vividly trembled slightly, which Sebastian had caught in his vision.
Atlas continued his words, "My gut is telling me he's here. If he is, I need to prepare for it."
Kate watched them for a while with her observant eyes and nodded somberly. She used the same bowl in her hand and went to wash it clean.
She placed it on the table and pulled out a large blue globe map and put it before them.
She stretched out her hand toward Atlas, who placed his own hand in her hands, and she asked him, "Do you have that blade of yours?"
Atlas nodded and took out his mother's blade and slit it across his wrist, and blood trickled down the skin onto the blue-looking map.
