Redtail Rise and what if I told you you could kill your imperfect self?

Atreus looked up from where he’d been staring at the grass between his feet, blinking at his father’s command. He rose, trailing after the swarthy man. Atreus glanced around for Ancelin, though he didn’t see his brother and soon his view of the rendezvous site was obscured by the trees growing beyond it.

He faced forward, staring at the lissome roll of Aventus’s shoulders. With Arielle gone, Atreus felt more attached to his father. He didn’t feel any great calling to please the man, yet he was now less prone to displeasing him. He was curious where Aventus meant to lead him, though there was a prickliness in the man’s silence which kept Atreus’s own mouth firmly shut.