Atticus chose a spot beneath the massive veinroot tree to train.
'It's hotter here.'
The veinroot had affected the entire separate continent. Its temperature compared to other parts of the world was incredibly high.
However, to Atticus, it was barely warm. He needed something more for his training and had chosen the spot with the highest concentration of will.
Manipulating the earth, Atticus created a small chamber beneath the tree and settled inside.
'What should I start with first?'
The number of abilities he had was far too much. Choosing what to train had always been one of the issues he faced in training.
'Let's take a look at my status first.'
He had to admit, it had been a time. A very long one, in fact, since he took a look at his status.
But he couldn't be blamed. Coming to the middle planes had made most of his former powers obsolete. Having only to worry about will, Atticus hadn't seen any need to check his status.
'I wonder what changed. Status.'
