Baaammm!!
The surroundings shook violently once more, like a thunderclap ripping through reality itself. The rumbling and echoes of their world-shattering fight reached Atlas where he lay, battered and bleeding in the void. His head throbbed with each pulse of destruction radiating outward, as though the universe were screaming alongside him.
'Mate. I hope you don't let that dick-sucking cunt damage my body so much,' he muttered bitterly, his voice laced with dark humor despite the chaos engulfing him.
For all the destruction promised by the GUIDE—his supposed future self—Atlas wasn't excited to play any part in it. Yet here he was, caught in the eye of the storm, the calmest point amidst the maelstrom. Even if his loved ones were safe for now, could he really stand aside and watch everything burn? Did he have the power to stop it? No. Did Atlas, as the incarnation of this ancient being, possess the strength to challenge such a force?
