Encountering Death [1]

"Huu…"

Atlas took a deep breath. 

He really had no sense of how long it had been since he lost his mind. He only knew that at some point, he regained a semblance of awareness and recognized that the world around him was different. 

He slowly calmed his mind. [Perfect Adaptability] was working much better than it did in Purgatory. The process was similar to alchemy. Atlas felt like he was containing several energies and turning them into one perfect product. 

Those several energies were not energies, but strands of thought that diverged from his main consciousness. If it was viewed from a different perspective, those strands of thought could even be considered the vestiges of the spirits he was interacting with. 

They had to meld into his mind and lose their significance. Only after they became a part of Atlas' psyche rather than forces attacking it did he find some peace of mind. 

"Huu…"

He took another deep breath.