Chapter 1241: Thrilled
The twin was slammed against the hard earth without being able to do anything. A massive crater formed from the force.
Pain roared through his body as Atticus’s Will burned into him.
’W-what is going on?’ He tried to make sense of it. Of everything.
At one point, he had controlled all the mana in the surrounding, and at another, he felt as though all of that control had been ripped away from him.
He felt something burning into his being, something hot, and suddenly remembered what the High Marshal had told them before.
’H-he had actually awakened a concept!?’ He had refused to believe it, even though it came from the High Marshal.
The man might currently be a god, but he had been on the cusp of dying before he bonded with the world core. They all knew the significance of a concept. To say a child would have awakened one was mad talk.
But this was only one half of the twin’s shock. The next was Atticus’ Will. Its enormous weight. One that had slammed into his mind and drenched the air, rendering every one of his powers obsolete.
The twin had only ever felt such weight from the High Marshal’s Will before. This was what shook him the most. His Will was on the High Marshal’s level, possibly more!
’I—I have to tell him!’ His thoughts thundered through the pain.
But before he could act, he felt Atticus let go of his scorched face, and his vision cleared just enough to see a foot wreathed in crimson flames descending toward him.
“W-wai—” he could barely speak before the foot hit.
The force of it shattered the ground. Cracks spider webbed outward, and an explosion of roaring proportions blasted through the terrain.
In the midst of the chaos, the twin felt an immense amount of heat tearing through his face. It felt like blunt molten iron boring straight through flesh. He couldn’t even scream as his head was burned through and darkness claimed him.
As the dust began to settle, the aftermath of the devastation was revealed.
A crater spanning at least a kilometer had formed, and in its middle was Atticus who calmly gazed at what was left beneath him.
His leg had burned through the twin’s head, leaving behind blackened mush. The rest of his body was no better, it was as though it had gone through a storm of raging fire. Blackened down to the bones.
Atticus calmly tore his eyes away from the brutal scene. He didn’t seem as though he had done anything at all.
’I expected more,’ he thought, feeling a bit conflicted.
Quiet Flame had said that the people of the other segment would be inherently more powerful, and Atticus had been anticipating that.
But once again, the overwhelming power that was Will had reared its head. Atticus had only used one thing in this fight, his Will. And for a non god who hadn’t even awakened a concept yet, it was more than enough.
Atticus scanned the area to check up on Aric. ’He’s still fighting.’
He turned and faced the beacon next. The priority.
Their battle had flattened the terrain for miles, and yet, the beacon that had been the closest was still glowing brighter than anything.
…
“How boring.”
Ozeroth had made a chair from his Will seconds after Atticus left and had settled onto it, staring at the sky as though he was stargazing.
After abandoning spiritual energy and awakening his true Will, Ozeroth had changed the entire energy system his power was based on.
Unlike Zoey, he hadn’t turned to mana. Instead, on that day, he had been glad to find out that his new Will also functioned like an energy.
A lot had changed for him. Many of the techniques he had in his reserve could only be achieved with spiritual energy.
But after testing all of them, he had been glad to find out that many could also be used with this new energy.
After countless deliberations, and from Atticus’s constant asks, Ozeroth had decided to name his Will: Supreme Will.
Atticus had cringed. But Ozeroth hadn’t cared.
His Will was golden, just as his whole being. It was only natural that its name reflect the greatness of its wielder.
But it was all of this that made the current situation even more anger inducing.
“Where the hell is this god!” Ozeroth said for the hundredth time.
Magnus, as usual, didn’t respond. His eyes were trained on the distant haze, body tensed and primed for signs of anything.
Zenon instead only sighed but said nothing. He respected Atticus a great deal, and that naturally extended to his bond, Ozeroth. But sometimes, he couldn’t help but pity Atticus.
’To think he has to live with this every second…’ He shook his head, deciding to also focus on his task.
As the silence stretched, Ozeroth let out another sigh. He looked sad.
This was supposed to be his stage, the debut of his Supreme Energy. But with the way things were going, it was looking as though he would end up acting as a guard dog.
Ozeroth’s eyes suddenly narrowed. He turned towards the north. He had just felt something rushing towards them at high speed.
“Someone’s coming.” His words sounded more excited than tense, but the same could be said for Magnus and Zenon.
They both turned sharply towards the north, guards raised to the extreme.
A second passed, and a man landed gently a few meters away from the group.
Ozeroth trained his eyes on him, and his smile only widened.
The man was clad in a tight fitted blue military attire, with countless stars etched on his chest. His face was stern, eyes cold, and he had every demeanor of a war veteran.
Ozeroth recognized the man. He was one of the very few he had bothered to observe when they were in the Blue Hall.
The general, the one Whisker had called ugly the first time they arrived at Torrevenos.
A god.
Ozeroth was thrilled.
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