Breakthrough and clues
In a nondescript inn room, bathed in the soft glow of the morning light, Atlas sat cross-legged atop the bed, his silver hair shimmering like spun silk. His serene expression, a stark contrast to his fearsome moniker, the Mark of Death, revealed a wide smile of contentment. The energy within him crackled and surged, a testament to his rapidly growing strength.
He had deliberately chosen this modest inn for its proximity to the bustling marketplace, the epicenter of rumors and whispers. According to Kairos, the range of his ancient technique to absorb the echoes of approval from others currently extended a kilometer in every direction, a radius destined to expand with his increasing power.