"That… thing on your chest. Where did you get it?"
Atticus squinted at the tall man radiating a sinister aura before him, trying to make sense of the question.
'He's interested in it?'
It was odd. The exo suit was a weapon whose capabilities had shocked even him, but there was no doubt where it came from. Eldoralth. The lower planes.
So why did it feel like this man knew exactly what it was?
There was only one way to find out.
"The lower planes."
"Hmm." Balanar brushed a hand over his chin. "Was it gifted to you by someone?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
Atticus paused for a moment, trying to measure the impact the information could have on him.
"My grandfather."
"Oh!" Balanar's eyes lit up. "I never expected you to be a Scion. That would explain those impossible feats."
The mechanical voice echoed, announcing the challenged and challenger, territory age, then began collating data for theme selection. As expected, the abyss army had been at the eternal age.
Atticus frowned.
"A Scion?"
