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Atticus threw a small smile in Magnus's direction, just as Oberon chimed in.

"That seems to be the most logical option," he said. "Train like never before. Become as strong as we possibly can."

He paused, thoughtful. "That said... would it be possible to induce more paragons?"

The expressions of the others shifted as they each felt a flicker of hope.

If they could create more paragons, maybe... just maybe... their chances would improve.

But Atticus shook his head.

He explained exactly what he had told Avalon carlier that day, and just like that, the flicker of hope was snuffed out.

They asked more questions after that, some out of curiosity, some out of desperation, and Atticus answered each of them patiently.

Eventually, after what felt like hours, he was finally able to excuse himself and return to his room.

As the door closed behind him with a soft click, Atticus let out a long sigh of relief.

"That was crazy"

Ozeroth's voice echoed in his mind, amused. "For a second there, I thought you were going to tell them everything"

Atticus didn't respond immediately. He walked to his bed and sat down slowly, his shoulders feeling heavy. Then, in a low voice, he responded,

"I almost wanted to... but I decided against it."

Revealing the truth about his reincarnation terrified him, not because he feared their judgment, but because he had no idea how they would react. To find out the child they raised had, in fact, been a grown-up all along...

But that hadn't been the main reason he held back.

"There's so much at stake already. Let's focus on one thing at a time!

Dumping everything on them now would've been an overload. Too many bombs dropped at once.

"Tch," Ozeroth scoffed. "Sounds like excuses to me..."

"Maybe," Atticus exhaled. He knew there was a chance they'd lose this fight, that everyone would end up dead. The thought of his family's last memory of him being filled with betrayal, confusion, and hesitation... it wasn't something he could accept. It was selfish. He knew that. But he wasn't going to change his mind.

'I'll tell them after we survive this!

"That's the spirit!" Ozeroth grinned. "Oh, I can't wait to crush that blood bitch!"

"The one you couldn't stop from escaping?" Atticus raised a brow.

"Oh, look who's talking!" Ozeroth snapped. "Do you have any idea how many enemies have slipped through your fingers? Our bond was supposed to be legendary! We were supposed to commemorate it with that paragon's blood, and you let him get away!"

Atticus's mouth twitched. He knew exactly who Ozeroth was talking about: Blackgate. The paragon who had barely survived their battle in Sector 8.

Then suddenly, his expression changed. A frown appeared on his face.

....That's right. I didn't see him."

Among the paragons of the Obsidian Order who had come to the military camp with the Zorvan... Blackgate hadn't shown up.

"I wonder what happened to him..."

Afterward, Atticus decided to meditate into the night, hoping to calm his mind and recenter himself. But just as he closed his eyes, a knock came at the door.

He didn't need to think to know who it was.

A few seconds passed, then the door creaked open.

Anastasia stepped inside, her eyes locking onto him immediately. The look on her face was so filled with worry, it was as if she believed he was seconds away from dying.

"Atticus..." she said softly.

"Mom..." he replied.

She didn't say anything else. Instead, she crossed the room and hugged him tightly.

Atticus returned the hug... only to realize she wasn't letting go.

He relaxed slightly.

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'She'll get tired eventually,' he thought.

This had been his belief, only for an hour to pass, and she still hadn't let go,

"Um... Mom..." he tried to call to her, unsure.

But Anastasia only tightened her grip.

Atticus sighed quietly and gave up. As the hug stretched on, he simply chose to use the silence for what he'd intended in the first place: meditation.

It turned out to be the best decision. Because Anastasia didn't let go. Not for a single second all through the night.

When morning came, Atticus gently lifted her sleeping form and laid her carefully on the bed. He stood over her for a moment, a soft smile on his usually cold expression. Then, leaning in, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Without a word, he left the room.

There was only one place he needed to be now-the training room.

Over the course of weeks, Atticus carried out many actions.

The first was his training.

He trained every single one of his abilities. But more than anything, he focused on the

most powerful ones.

The katana arts.

The elements.

The race cores.

The second fold of the spiritual energy.

And preparing the human domain for the clash.

For the first, Atticus mastered it to such an extent that he could use the arts in multiple variations. He mixed the first art into the fourth, the second into the third, and so on, creating unpredictable transitions, increasing his versatility in battle. For the elements, Atticus continued testing different combinations, trying to fuse them. But no matter how many times he tried, he kept coming up blank.

He couldn't find the right one.

His annoyance grew... but he didn't let it get to him.

So he moved on, focusing on the last race core in his possession, the dragon race

core.

Fusing with the dragon core had been painful, but compared to the last time with the other three, it had been almost easy.

Afterwards, Atticus assessed his changes, and for once, he was satisfied.

His body's durability had risen sharply. His bones had strengthened. His muscles grew even more defined and dense.

And his pupils... they had narrowed into slits, filled with shifting, radiant colors.

More importantly, he had gained the ability to cover his entire body in scales.

Words couldn't begin to describe the durability of those scales. During his tests, they withstood the full force of a paragon's power without even cracking.

Lastly, Atticus had awakened other new abilities: fire breath... and the power to

transform into a dragon.

Though the transformation was locked for now, Atticus wasn't too disappointed. He didn't like the idea of turning into a bigger target anyway.

With that complete, he turned his focus to the spiritual energy next.