Atticus listened carefully as Quiet Fla told him about the concepts of the other gods.
Unfortunately, of the three gods he suspected had concepts, Quiet Fla was only able to tell him about two: the Vortharion god and the Gharnyz god. That left the Somnera god.
"I reckon it has sothing to do with the dead. Unfortunately, she didn’t show her concept during her battles," Quiet Fla explained.
Atticus sank into a deep contemplation. ’It’s better than nothing,’ he thought, reassuring himself. It couldn’t be helped that her concept hadn’t been revealed.
’I hope I don’t run into her until the end of the Virelenna then.’ There was nothing more dangerous than fighting an unknown opponent, especially with the will related issue he had just uncovered.
If her concept turned out to be a bad matchup for his, it would be disastrous.
"You have to tread carefully, Atticus," Quiet Fla said, his tone more serious than before. "You knowing their concepts ans they know yours too. They’ll be prepared."
Atticus nodded with a grim gaze. He had no intention of taking them lightly in the first place.
"Anything else I should know?" he asked after a second.
"Yes," Quiet Fla nodded. "About the god you killed, can you feel his world?"
’As expected, that’s what that feeling was.’ Atticus had felt sothing tug at his being the mont he killed Dronvet and absorbed his will.
He had his suspicions but planned to ask Quiet Fla later, but the hidden rule distracted him.
"Yes. I can feel sothing," he admitted.
"You’ve beco the god of his world," Quiet Fla said. "The Virelenna forbids gods from using their world’s will to avoid being dragged into the arena of the gods, but killing one and absorbing their will grants you their world will. And in turn, their world."
Atticus pondered for a mont. "But this feels different from when I beca Eldoralth’s god. Even the Zorvan world. It’s like it’s there... but I can’t reach it? Does that make sense?"
"Yes. I understand perfectly," Quiet Fla replied. "That’s because the world you gained is from another star. You’ll only be able to access it after the Virelenna, when the Star releases it."
"Iron Crown," Atticus muttered.
"Yes," Quiet Fla said, and even he couldn’t hide the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He couldn’t wait to see Iron Crown’s face when he handed over the world.
’Another strength gain,’ Quiet Fla thought. Any worlds added to Atticus’ dominion would amplify his strength, and this wasn’t just any world. It was one that had reached the cap of the lower planes.
"Alright," Atticus exhaled, glancing around the room.
"Anyone else got a question?"
Silence.
Then a calm, stoic voice broke it.
"Can I fight him?"
All heads turned toward Aric, who was staring at Quiet Fla with burning intensity. His battle intent leaked out in waves.
Everyone blinked.
"You want to fight... him?" Atticus asked, baffled.
The others stared wide eyed, waiting for a response.
Aric calmly nodded. "Yes." His voice was steady. He allowed his battle intent to flood the room, just to show how serious he was.
"What the hell..." Zenon muttered in disbelief. Even Magnus gave his old friend a weird look.
The room fell into an awkward silence. Aric wanted to fight a freaking star?
The one who eventually broke it was the star himself, Quiet Fla.
He burst into laughter, genuine amusent filling his features.
After a few seconds, he turned to Atticus. "You’ve got a great one there. Very fearless." Then he looked at Aric. "But I’m afraid I can’t accept your challenge. We stars are forbidden from doing such."
Aric visibly deflated. His battle intent vanished as quickly as it had co, and he looked genuinely disappointed.
Quiet Fla’s eyes remained amused. He hadn’t laughed like that in years.
"If that’s all, I’ll leave you all to rest and recover. I wish you good luck in the next scenario."
As Quiet Fla vanished, Atticus looked to his champions.
"He’s right. We need to rest. We have no idea what the next scenario will be."
"The great Ozeroth doesn’t need rest when ants are the opponents!" Ozeroth declared, smirking. "Don’t worry, bond. In the next scenario, you shall glimpse at my greatness."
"I can’t wait," Atticus replied dryly before turning to the others. "Alright, you guys get so rest. Not all of us are built like the great Ozeroth, apparently."
"You’re right about that!"
They all ignored Ozeroth’s antics and settled into the comfortable couches. Atticus imdiately entered a focused ditative state.
His mana recovery speed was insane, he had already recovered nearly everything he’d used during his battle. But will... that was trickier.
Atticus still rembered his ti at the academy, when depleting his will was common. Back then, he had to rely on will renewal potions to recover.
It felt like a lifeti ago, but it had only been a few years. So much had happened in that short ti.
A small smile appeared on his lips. Those were the days. Days when his biggest worry wasn’t the end of the world.
Atticus soon cleared his thoughts and focused on the matter at hand. Now there was a better way to regain his will than the potion. It was faster too. He simply had to ditate. And Atticus did just that.
He ignored the snoring Ozeroth, who had sohow instantly fallen asleep, the battle intent of Magnus and Aric that kept on spiking. It looked like the both of them wanted to spar badly. And then the muttering of Zenon as he tried to plan out his nurous abilities to use.
And just like that, ti passed in a blink and a rumbling voice tore Atticus out of his ditation.
"The second scenario is starting. You will be teleported in one minute."
Atticus’ eyes snapped open. Ozeroth bolted upright from his nap. Magnus and Aric were on their feet in an instant, and Zenon’s eyes sharpened with focus.
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