Julius's hand stayed on his glasses, but his eyes shone with a brilliant, calculated gleam. This wasn't the usual expression that he should be making.
Everyone, including Zigi, knew that, and that was why he went for the weakest one among them in the first place.
Julius should be in full-blown panic mode.
But he wasn't. He was even smirking. "House leader, it appears that your calculations are right. The Cursed Strategist only affects the main ability, but the others are still working just fine. They were just weaker."
What. The. Fuck.
Derrick and the others couldn't keep up with what he was saying. Even though they were in the same group, they had never heard him say things like that before or seen him act so confident in front of danger.
Zigi also felt it—a shift in the air that he couldn't put his hands on—but he knew his control of the situation was loosening. He wasn't in absolute control anymore.
