After the death of the Ether King, the events that followed were expected. The people of Ether Kingdom, having witnessed their king’s death and Atticus’ overwhelming might, submitted.
Taking control of the kingdom proved far easier than expected, with no opposition or worthwhile riots ensuing.
Just like that, Atticus’ main objective for the Second Crown had been fulfilled. However, unlike the Pride Queen had expected, he didn’t ascend to the Third Crown immediately.
Instead, he waged war against the remaining kingdoms. With the Pride Queen commanding his armies, bringing them to their knees wasn’t difficult. After that, he repeated the same strategy, baiting each ruler into an isolated one-on-one battle.
Like that, Atticus fought multiple kings and queens of the Second Crown, raising his power from low level seven to low level nine. Afterward, however, no matter how many rulers he killed, his strength no longer budged.
The final king fell on the tenth day after the death of the King of Ether. On the eleventh... they ascended to the Third Crown.
...
A brilliant light flared within a serene forest. Moments later, Atticus and the others emerged from its depths.
The very first thing Atticus felt was the weight.
The Plane Will... it had intensified manifold compared to the Second Crown. He could feel his power adjusting in response to the Third Crown itself. If even he felt this pressure, then it was difficult to imagine what the others were experiencing.
Still, Atticus didn’t dwell on it. With one hand resting on his katana, he slowly surveyed his surroundings.
Towering trees. Ordinary green leaves. Grass-covered earth overflowing with life.
A calm, tranquil forest.
He was mildly surprised. Considering the nature of both the First and Second Crown, the Third felt almost heavenly in comparison.
Even so, Atticus didn’t lower his guard.
’I can feel them.’
The distance was incomprehensible, yet he could still sense faint traces of True Gods scattered across the world.
This was the final destination of the Middle Planes. The place where every True God of the major factions, beings who ruled over the entirety of the Middle Planes, had gathered.
The Third Crown.
"We can’t stay here." the Pride Queen said, a faint frown settling on her face as she surveyed the surroundings.
Atticus furrowed his brows, immediately understanding the implication. She could sense the terrifying forces within this world just as clearly as he could.
And if they could sense those gods... then those gods could likely sense them as well.
They had to move. But first...
"We need information." Atticus said.
"Don’t look at me." The Pride Queen shrugged lightly. "This is my first time here too."
"That’s fine, mom." Ozeroth said. "My bond has another method."
Though his tone carried its usual pride, there was none of the familiar smugness behind it. Clearly, he didn’t care in the slightest whether or not she found it impressive.
"Hm?" The Pride Queen raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between Ozeroth and Atticus. "What is it?"
Atticus gestured toward Anorah and the others, prompting them to gather around. A moment later, he spoke.
"Span."
The Pride Queen furrowed her brows. Span? Why was he calli—
A brilliant light suddenly shone.
A furry creature materialized before them as an overwhelming aura descended upon the clearing. Every soul present felt the pressure instantly.
The Pride Queen’s eyes widened slightly. That presence...
A Star.
She slowly turned toward Atticus, disbelief flickering within her eyes.
Did he seriously have a Star on speed dial?
"What is it?" the Eternal Span sighed heavily, fixing Atticus with a deadpan stare.
"Tell me everything I need to know about the Third Crown."


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