'He's insane.'
Whisker stared at the carnage below with trembling eyes. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and he struggled to fully grasp the sheer magnitude of what he had just witnessed.
Atticus had just treated an army of Grand Sovereign gods as though they were insects being crushed beneath his heel. In his millennia of living, he had never witnessed anything remotely close to this.
'How is that even possible?'
To cancel the wills of other gods… such a thing should have been an impossibility of the highest order. Whisker had always regarded his aspect as overpowered, but could he even classify the… thing Atticus possessed as merely overpowered? It was catastrophic.
'He's not the same.'
No matter how much he tried, Whisker couldn't reconcile the Atticus of now with the one from before.
