Art: ???

After explaining everything, Avalon and Anastasia left the training room, leaving Atticus and Magnus alone.

Atticus turned to Magnus with a pleading look, and Magnus smiled.

"Go ahead."

Atticus needed no further encouragement. He immediately channeled his mana into the art in his hand, and a surge of information flooded into his mind. But it was overwhelming.

Atticus staggered backward.

"Are you okay?"

Magnus quickly caught him, his expression filled with concern. Had the superior races done something?

Magnus shook his head. There was no way Avalon and Anastasia hadn't been careful. He had watched the ambassador sign a mana a contract confirming that the art was safe. 

"Urgh," Atticus groaned, clutching his head. "I'm fine. It's just… it's too much."

Streaks of lightning materialized around Atticus's head, soothing him. Though Magnus was helping him, he felt relieved. He now understood the situation.