A week passed.
After the conversation with Whisker, Atticus had been forced to put a pause on any and every action that involved powering up the people of the world.
According to Whisker, everyone could still advance and gain power. However, the limits were on him in particular.
He couldn't actively be involved in increasing the people's strength. Training people by word and instruction was one thing, but changing the entire structure of someone and increasing their power and potential was another.
It was a limit Atticus truly didn't like.
It meant he wouldn't be able to increase talents or make any more Eldorians until any of the current ones died or the world expanded.
'I could always unmake an Eldorian…' Atticus would find himself thinking, then would eventually shake his head.
All of the current Eldorians had awakened their wills and joined his will path. It would be a waste.
"Supreme Ruler… they're back."
"How many?"
"A small army."
'Not again.'
