Atticus felt the cold rush of intense winds whipping at his body.
'Where am I?'
The blinding light engulfing his eyes cleared, and he found himself staring at an endless sky.
'I'm falling.'
His hair and clothes lashed wildly. He glanced down and fixed his gaze on the endless sea of forest beneath him.
'The Ascension Games.'
Atticus narrowed his eyes and acted swiftly. He reached for his waist and confirmed his katana was still there, then did the same for every other one of his powers.
'My will and mana are all intact. No restrictions.'
He scanned his surroundings next.
'There are others…'
Numerous dots littered the skies from every direction. Other gods.
'I can't tell who's who.'
He tried, but failed to spread his will. Though he could still feel and use it, something was blocking it.
'The Verge.'
Atticus gripped his katana, and his eyes turned cold.
