Beginning

Atticus saw everything. The moment Ozeroth opened his eyes. The moment Ozeroth first learned to speak. The moment Ozeroth first took life.

The memories were endless, flashing through Atticus's mind at a rapid pace. Yet, to him, it felt as though time slowed, as though he were watching a vivid, endless movie unfold before his eyes.

To Atticus, it was beautiful.

In the brief moments he had interacted with Ozeroth, Atticus had discerned two things: Ozeroth was prideful to his core, and he was powerful beyond comprehension.

But now, Atticus saw past the overwhelming presence. He saw past the pride and the might, delving deep into who Ozeroth truly was.

A being that wanted to stand at the top.

Even as Atticus's body tore itself apart and rebuilt anew, a faint smile crossed his lips. He was excited, more excited than he had ever been.