Out

Niall had never felt so humiliated in his decades of life. He had always been at the top of the food chain, the boss, and the general to the Sovereign. However, these past few days had left him feeling utterly degraded.

He, a grandmaster, a general, and the vizier to the Sovereign, had been reduced to a watchdog and a maid, hunting for food at the whims of a mere boy.

Atticus hadn't spoken any words to him apart from "Get me food and make sure nothing disturbs my training." Which left Niall with no choice but to comply.

The days passed quickly, and during this time, Atticus remained completely focused on absorbing mana. The challenges posed by the master ranks compared to the expert ranks were immense. It was already expected, but even so, the sheer amount of mana required to rank up was staggering.