All the good. All the bad. For the chance at obtaining power to protect his loved ones, Atticus accepted them all.
Suddenly, the air around Atticus changed.
Whisker, who had been pacing around him, froze. His eyes narrowed into pinpricks.
'What is this… already?'
Whisker, of all people, knew who Atticus Ravenstein was, truly was. He could even claim he knew the boy better than his own parents.
After meeting him in the abyss world, Whisker had watched Atticus for years. Observed his every step. Every reaction. Every feat.
He knew how monstrous the boy was. He knew exactly what Atticus was capable of.
There were no rules when it came to Atticus, no predictions, no limits, no records. Any attempt to measure him by normal standards was a major waste of time.
He shattered all of them.
