Novel Full Chapter 1392 Tour
Chapter 1392 Tour
Each time Atticus felt Solvath’s energy surge through him, he stopped, reset, and repeated the process. Again and again until everything began to blur.
Observation turned into instinct. His breath counts blurred into Solvath’s raging emotions, until Atticus could no longer separate the two.
His breath was his rage. His rage was his breath. Each inhale and exhale carried both the chaos of the fragment and the order of his rhythm.
And then, something shifted.
Atticus no longer needed the counts. He replaced them. Where before his emotions were wildfire, now they fell into the rhythm of his breathing.
He opened his eyes. Purple fire licked faintly across his skin, but his gaze was calm, his breathing steady.
For the first time, he had not been consumed by Solvath’s emotions. A slow exhale left his lips.
‘Finally.’
“Took you long enough.”
His eyes flickered towards the source. He smiled.
“How long?”
Atticus had long since lost track of time. It was hard to keep track, considering the magnitude of the focus he needed for his task.
Anorah, who leaned against the doorway, shrugged.
“A week.”
“Honestly, it feels longer.” He sighed, then slowly stood up. “How has everything been?”
A week had passed, and considering everything Anorah told him earlier, the tension between her and the resistance council should be thicker than ever.
Anorah paused, a flicker of thoughts moving through her gaze.
“There’s nothing conclusive yet, but I’m working on catching the traitor.”
“I see you decided not to follow my suggestion.”
Anorah smiled wryly. “Things are more… delicate than that.”
‘She hesitates.’ Atticus could see the flicker of doubt in her eyes. Though his suggestion was the easiest and, quite frankly, the most logical, she was still refusing to follow it.
Atticus could only shake his head.
“It’s ironic.”
“What is?” Anorah squinted in confusion.
“The path of the Logoth you teach preaches taking actions without any emotional attachment. Yet, you do the opposite.”
“No, I do—” Anorah frowned as it suddenly dawned on her. She shook her head and sighed, changing the topic. “How do you feel?”
Atticus could only shake his head. He decided to stop pressing the matter.
“Is it weird I feel so refreshed?”
“It’s not.” Anorah shook her head. “The fragment’s burden on you is reducing, so it’s a normal process.”
“Would you like to clear your head?” she suddenly asked.
“How?”
“Follow me. I’ll give you a brief tour of my world.”
The two soon vanished from the underground space, appearing in the middle of a vast grassland. The sunlight shone so brightly it was as though the sun was closer than it should be.
Rays of gold bathed everywhere.
Anorah did as she said. She took Atticus on a tour around the world. As a god, she was able to cover a lot of ground quickly by teleporting.
Atticus was shown the different races of Asterra, people made purely of light, others resembling perfect humans. There were numerous others, but Atticus’ focus was soon taken over as he realized the sheer size of the world.
“How big is your world?”
Anorah chuckled. Atticus couldn’t keep the bafflement from his expression.
“About thirty minor worlds, give or take.”
‘That’s more than half of the number required for viscount rank.’
He hadn’t realized that she was this powerful.
After that, Atticus saw Asterra in a different light. It was a world bigger, more powerful than his.
The tour led them back to her sanctum, where she began showing him around. It was large, larger than where one person should live.
Atticus couldn’t help but compare his mansion back on Eldoralth. That compared to this was like heaven and earth.
His eyes soon caught sight of her imposing statue once more, and the question that had lingered finally slipped out.
“By the way…” Atticus began.
Anorah turned toward him, her gaze steady.
“What’s with this statue? And the others, they call you Saint. Everyone we passed dropped to their knees as if you were some divine figure. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume they worship you.”
Anorah eyes dimmed slightly.
“You’re not wrong,” she said at last. “They do worship me.”
Atticus frowned. Worship? It was a strong word. Too strong.
Then, without warning, a translucent barrier flared around them, enclosing both in a bubble no sound could escape. Her voice lowered.
“I can tell you why, but you must promise to take it to your grave.”
Atticus met her eyes without hesitation. “I promise.”
“It’s because of Solvath’s fragment,” Anorah said. She paused,
“I’m sure you’ve realized it already, his power destabilizes the wills of others. After my awakening, my father used it. He claimed I was sent by the God of Creation themselves, chosen to bless the ideals of the resistance.”
Atticus’ eyes sharpened. He came to a sudden realization.
“And what about me? I also hold the fragment. What will they say when they see me?”
“The council already knows,” Anorah admitted. “But the people… do not. That’s what makes this delicate. The council was formed to prevent anyone from standing above the rest, so no one person could seize the resistance for themselves. I may have the power to order, but if the council decides I’ve overstepped, they can act as one. And one of their options is to reveal the truth to the people. If that happens…” her voice darkened, “…everything my father built will crumble.”
Atticus was silent for a moment, then narrowed his eyes.
“So that’s why you refuse to force them into slavery?”
Anorah nodded. “Exactly. The moment I do, I hand them the excuse to turn against me.”
“It is a delicate situation,” he said quietly. And for the first time, he could truly understand her hesitation.
“I’m surprised you told me all this, though. You’re not scared I’d use them against you?”
Anorah stared at Atticus intensely.
“I’ve always been known to be a good judge of character. Also…” she took a step towards him, tone hard.
“I teach you the path of Logoth. What my father taught me. What his father taught him. There’s nothing in this world more important to me than that. It shows how high I rate you. I hope you won’t make me regret it.”
Atticus was about to respond when a shout cut in.
“Saint!”
They turned, eyes landing on an aged man approaching them. Furious.
Atticus didn’t miss the coldness that radiated off Anorah the moment she saw him. He heard her mutter,
“Kaino.”
I’m alive, I’m alive. Don’t worry, I’m alright, at least physically.
Honestly, I can’t give any good excuse except that I needed the break to re examine some things. I needed to take a step back and look at some things with fresh eyes.
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