Chapter 1235: The Day
Atticus. Ozeroth. Magnus. Aric. Zenon.
These were the five champions of Eldoralth, the ones who would represent the world in the Virelenna.
The Eldorians watched their backs with hopeful and dread filled gazes as they landed on the platform of blue and began moving toward the blue star. Right now, they were their last hope.
Their walk toward the star was silent. Atticus led with a serious visage. Ozeroth walked directly beside him, chin pointed toward the heavens.
Magnus and Aric followed behind, expressions impassive, battle intent drenching the air.
And lastly, Zenon, he was the only one with an awkward expression as he walked. He didn’t know what to do with himself.
Atticus had chosen him out of the blue, and while he revered the boy, he couldn’t help but question his choice. He was clearly the odd one here.
Technically, he was an Eldorian, Atticus had made him one after Jenera, but he was the only person from another race that Atticus had selected.
Aric and Magnus were both humans, and Atticus and Ozeroth shared a bond that needed no explanation. But he… he had been an Evolari.
Zenon shook his head.
‘Doesn’t matter. We just have to fight and win. He’s Atticus. I’m sure he has his reasons for selecting me.’ He pushed the thoughts aside and continued his walk in silence.
They soon reached the blue veil and stopped. Atticus turned to face them.
“I want you all to expect the worst when we step through this veil. I don’t know what exactly will happen. We might be starting the competition immediately. We could get attacked, I’m not sure. Just be ready.”
Each of them gave a nod, and Atticus nodded back. Then, taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, and a wave of blue enveloped him.
Atticus felt the familiar sensation of teleportation, and as his vision cleared, he was relieved to see he had arrived at the familiar blue hall.
‘What about the others?’
Atticus turned, and only when he confirmed that the other four were behind him did he relax.
He gave them each a glance, and after they nodded that they were okay, he turned back to face the front.
‘They’re all here.’
The nine other gods stood before him, along with their four champions each. He could recognize some from before, while others were clearly new faces.
A piercing stare filled with killing intent pulled Atticus out of his thoughts. He turned to see the general from last time glaring at him with cold eyes.
‘Not worth it.’
He was just about to ignore him, until another killing intent suddenly detonated behind him, flooding the hall.
Atticus, along with the other gods and their champions, turned toward the source in bafflement.
Aric Stormrider.
His eyes had turned a savage red, and his array of swords trembled in their sheaths. His gaze was locked firmly on the general, it looked as though he was about to attack then and there.
“Stand down. The competition hasn’t started yet,” Atticus sighed. He had hoped to avoid this kind of nonsense since Whisker wasn’t with them. But it looked like he was wrong.
‘At least he didn’t react,’ he thought, casting a glance at Ozeroth, who didn’t seem to care about the interaction at all.
Compared to Aric, Ozeroth would’ve definitely attacked directly rather than simply releasing killing intent.
Aric’s pressure vanished as though it had never existed. He turned away from the general and gave Atticus a curt nod before facing forward again, completely forgetting the interaction.
But the general didn’t forget. His death glare lingered for several more seconds before he finally turned away, eyes still cold.
Atticus ignored him. The hostility was needless. It didn’t really matter anyway. If they met during the competition, he was going to kill the man regardless. Nothing personal.
‘I should identify the ones with Concepts.’
Atticus allowed his gaze to scan the gathered group once more. He could feel the probing stares of the other gods.
‘They must’ve figured out I awakened a Concept.’
He had unleashed his will as a warning to the general the last time he came here, it wouldn’t be surprising if they’d figured it out.
‘Doesn’t matter.’
His Concept was easy enough to guess. That wouldn’t change its effect.
He focused on the other gods, searching for the one with the most defined presence. He had thought of a way to determine if someone had awakened their Concept before coming here.
Reaching the Impose stage meant awakening a Concept, and awakening meant accepting oneself.
Atticus believed that at this stage, there was a sense of certainty to one’s presence, a feeling others didn’t have.
And as he scanned the hall, his gaze settled on three.
‘That’s one from each segment.’
It felt deliberate. As though the people from the middle planes had picked a world from each segment to train.
His gaze settled on the first group, a god from the star Torrevenos. Draped in elaborate robes of gold and black, regal like an emperor. Behind him were men and women in fitted black military attire.
Atticus sensed something unyielding from the man. Like iron.
‘Iron Faction,’ he concluded.
The second group was from the star Vaelthrys. His eyes landed on a woman whose appearance could only be described as gothic.
The women behind her mirrored her look. A strong aura of death clung to her.
‘Abyss Faction, probably.’
The last group was from the star Drazmael. Their leader looked like a humanoid savage beast, and Atticus could sense a heavy wilderness aura around him.
‘Nature Faction.’
Atticus committed each of them to memory, just as a large screen appeared overhead, displaying the four stars and the factions that had come to watch.
“I welcome you all once more to my domain.” Iron Crown stepped forward again, drawing everyone’s attention.
“The day for the Virelenna has arrived. And moments from now, you will all be thrust into a competition that could spell your rise… or your doom. This is Virelenna, and your opponents are the groups in this room, so I suggest you gather as much as you need before we begin.”
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