Atticus stepped off amidst the curious glances of the crew. He barely noticed them. His attention remained fixed on his father.
Attimax stood ramrod straight, broad-shouldered and built for war. Every inch of him brimmed with power. Without trying, he radiated a regal aura leagues beyond anything Atticus had ever achieved.
The hatch opened. They disembarked.
"God of Man!"
A procession of people lined both sides of the landing pad, stretching deep into the structure.
Attimax strode forward, chin raised and expression cold. No one dared meet his gaze.
But Atticus was different. He felt countless eyes turn toward him. The son of the God of Man. Word had already spread. He could feel their curiosity, their crutiny. They were measuring him.
Atticus’ posture did not change. To react now would be to acknowledge that their opinions mattered. Instead, wisps of smoke curled from each of them, and many abruptly shut their eyes or looked away.
He had burned away the darkness between them. When they looked at him, all they found was blinding light. Several couldn’t help narrowing their eyes in shock.
From the corner of his eye, Atticus noticed the faint upward curve of Attimax’s lips. He was proud. Atticus almost chuckled.
Then the sound of hurried footsteps drew his attention forward. A group of women was quickly approaching them. The moment Atticus saw the woman leading them, he froze.
Snow-white hair danced behind her. A face that would have been perfectly stoic were it not for the worry etched across it. Pure white robes. Eyes white as paper.
’The Arbiter...’
The exosuit.
Memories immediately surged to the surface.
The woman who read him bedtime stories every night. The woman who first taught him hand-to-hand combat. The woman who had patiently guided him through nearly everything he had learned in his childhood.
"...Mom?"
Ilyshkara reached them. She didn’t so much as glance at her husband. Instead, she grabbed Atticus by the wrist and immediately pulled him along.
Atticus barely had time to react before he was being dragged through the massive structure, past grand halls lined with sentinel guards.
The maids and escorts were left behind. Only Attimax followed after them, still carrying that same stoic expression, as though he had expected this exact outcome.
Eventually they reached a room, and the door shut behind them.
Ilyshkara stared at Atticus, tears slowly gathering in her trembling white eyes.
"Atticus..."
Her voice was soft. The hands that cupped his cheeks were even softer.
"...Mom."
Ilyshkara’s smile trembled.
"You remember..."
Atticus silently nodded.
"Oh, my beautiful child." She pulled him into an embrace.
Unfortunately, Atticus had inherited his height almost entirely from his father. Her head barely reached his lower chest, yet Atticus had never felt warmer.
"You’ve been through so much. So much pain. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that." Her voice trembled. "But you’re home now. Nothing is going to happen to you again. I promise. Never again."
Her arms held him tightly, her words held him tighter. Then Anastasia flashed through his mind. A deep ache settled in Atticus’ chest. After a moment, he returned the embrace and quietly muttered,
"...Yes, Mom."
...
Eventually, after the initial reunion, they settled down in the room. After fussing over him and checking practically every inch of his body, Ilyshkara finally turned toward Attimax.
"Husband."
She was smiling, her eyes were not.
Attimax blinked and tilted his head.
"Why didn’t you tell me our son was coming? I could have gone with you."
"I didn’t know it was him. The radar detected a surge of Solvath’s essence. I investigated."
So it truly hadn’t been the fight with that desert beast. Using Solvath’s power had revealed his location. Atticus silently noted it.
"Even then..." Ilyshkara’s lips were trembling now. "What else could it have been? Who else in existence would be carrying that much Solvath essence?"
"Bourn."



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