No one spoke.
The Pride Queen’s words had been that shocking. Anorah, Azeron, Thomas... all those knowledgeable about the fragments frowned deeply. Atticus understood their reactions immediately.
Fragment bearers were for life. It wasn’t a title that could simply be passed around.
While other fragment bearers could absorb additional fragments with ease, the same could not be said for non-bearers.
If an ordinary person killed a fragment bearer and attempted to absorb their fragment, they would instead be swallowed by it, their body overtaken by the lingering will within the fragment.
Such things had been tested countless times by the Evoli, something Azeron had already explained to Atticus before. So it was understandable when the Evoli elder cast him a dark look.
A deep frown settled on Atticus’ face.
’It’s his aspect.’
The Devourer. That was the only explanation for such an anomaly. Yet the implications were far worse than the conclusion itself.
The Spirit King was now a fragment bearer.
Several moments passed before Anorah’s grim voice finally broke the silence.
"How strong was Solvath’s power?"
Atticus also focused, but his brows soon furrowed as the Pride Queen’s expression darkened.
"Strong," she said before clicking her tongue softly. "I mean... I lost. Tragic, truly."
A faint ripple spread above her head, and her crown materialized the next moment.
Nine distinct gems glowed brilliantly upon it.
’Peak Level Nine.’
Atticus instinctively grew alert.
His battles against Reverents and stray hunters since arriving in the Second Crown, combined with the genocide he committed in the First Crown, had already pushed him into the lower stages of Level Seven. Two entire levels beneath the Pride Queen.
Still, his reaction was merely one of recognition. Caution. His expression remained indifferent. Even if she attacked him right now... he would not lose.
The Pride Queen’s brows lifted slightly as she observed Atticus’ reaction.
’This child...’
She had intentionally concealed her level this entire time precisely to test him. Somehow, she had expected him to grow wary. Guarded.
Instead, despite standing two entire levels beneath her, there was nothing in his gaze except boundless confidence.
His pride...
The Pride Queen slowly ran her tongue across her lips.
Delicious.
Another brief silence passed before she finally spoke.
"Anyways, as you can see, my husband is no weakling. I do have standards, you know." She lazily crossed one leg over the other. "Which is precisely why I sent for you."
Atticus stared at her.
"...to join forces."
"Hmph." A trace of disdain flickered through her eyes at those words. "Do not say something so unpleasant. I am merely allowing you all the honor of witnessing my greatness firsthand."
Atticus turned toward Ozeroth, who wore a faint smile of approval. Atticus inwardly shook his head before asking,
"Where is he now?"
The atmosphere instantly grew heavier.
But the Pride Queen simply shook her head.
"He’s not here." She pointed upward. "The bastard ascended immediately after our battle. I’m certain of it."
Atticus gave a slight nod.
"Then that’s where we’re going."
He had already noticed the complete absence of fragment bearers within the First Crown. And though he had only recently arrived, Atticus was certain the same applied to the Second Crown as well.
Which meant only one thing.
The fragment bearers were gathering within the Third Crown.
And if the Spirit King was already there, then allowing him more time to grow stronger would be a mistake.
Atticus slowly rose from his seat.
The pressure leaking from him caused the others to tense instinctively. Of everyone present, only the Pride Queen smiled.
"I can help with that."
...
The meeting ended as abruptly as it had begun, their next course of action already decided.


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