'They all passed?'
The same thought nagged at Atticus as he stared at the three apexes who had started regaining consciousness.
He was finding it hard to understand. To believe it. The fourth trial of the life weapon shouldn't be something so easy to pass.
Most could say Atticus was belittling the abilities of the apexes. That he was trying to claim that he was special. That no one should be able to pass it except him.
But they couldn't be more wrong.
Atticus had never taken any joy in the spotlight. Never felt joy in being better than others. Because so far, there was nothing to feel joy for.
He was a god, yes, but a god on a world in the lower planes. The bottom of the ladder. He had defeated multiple gods on his level, but that wasn't something to be proud of.
Atticus had never believed he was better than the apexes. That was simply the wrong mindset to have.
