He had just achieved what no one in the history of Eldoralth had ever achieved before, and yet, there was no hint of excitement in Atticus' gaze.
The core floated back into his stomach, his cold eyes fixed upwards at the bright crimson skies. He had to resort to tricks in order to escape the demands of the other races.
Weakness. He hated that feeling with his entire being.
'That's a good mindset to have,' Ozeroth's voice sounded in his mind.
'But it's not enough.'
'You're wrong.'
A bright light ignited from Atticus' chest, and in the next instant, the miniature figure of Ozeroth appeared. His overly-sized eyes fixed themselves on Atticus.
"Look at me."
Atticus sighed and turned his gaze reluctantly towards him. Despite his petite size, Ozeroth still looked tall. His entire body radiated a bright purple glow, and his well-trimmed goatee and flawless body showed how much the prideful and egotistical spirit cared about his looks.