Bored

Atticus was calm.

Ever since he advanced into the Master rank, his senses had been multiple times sharper than they had been before. He already knew the situation before he surfaced.

'I can't escape,' Atticus determined.

The person, or rather beast, who had just spoken was floating directly above Atticus, staring down at him as though he were an ant.

It was humanoid, much like the creature Atticus had encountered earlier. However, this figure had features closer to those of normal humans. Its hands and legs were of normal sizes, but its head was still spherical with crimson red eyes.

Regardless, this wasn't what Atticus was focused on. The aura of the creature was expansive and intimidating—an aura that Atticus could never mistake—a Grandmaster.

All around him, surrounding the waterfall, were multiple figures of the Master+ rank humanoid creatures, identical to the one he had seen before.