(AN: Don't forget to read the previous chapter)
Atticus moved through the city in a blur of speed.
'This city's very large.'
About three minutes had passed since he killed the four warriors that ambushed him, and he'd been running toward the centre since but still hadn't reached it.
Three minutes seemed small, but considering his speed and power, it wasn't.
'It's too bad.'
He'd been faced with a conundrum earlier and had been forced to make a choice.
Absorbing the four warriors would shoot him straight into the viscount rank and enable him to ascend, but that would be bad news for his teammates.
'Every champion ascends with their god.'
Should Atticus ascend, the others would also ascend. But one couldn't compare the strength of baron rank subordinates to viscount rank. There, even the weakest of the weakest would end Magnus.
'We have to ascend when we're together.'
