Step Out

Atticus was seated in the middle of a small cavern illuminated softly by patches of bioluminescent fungi, atop a rocky platform. The whole space was silent, leaving Atticus to absorb the mana in the air with fervor.

'The mana in the air is massive,' he thought.

'Massive' was simply one of the many words he could use to describe what he was feeling. To him, it was as though he was moving through a dense foliage of mana, it was so thick that it felt present.

'If they placed my one-year-old self here, I would have awakened in a few hours,' he mused.

It was just that plentiful. However, Atticus was more focused on something else: his rank!

Back at Eldoralth, Atticus was always faced with challenges when it came to continuously absorbing mana and increasing his rank.