The span had covered basically everything Atticus needed to decide their next course of action.
With their goal for the first crown being to influence, their path was clear.
Regardless, there was still a problem. They were entirely new to this world. Without his godly powers and even a basic map, it was safe to say that Atticus had no idea where to go.
It was basically impossible to imagine the eternal span agreeing to be used as a map, especially after Whisker's stunt.
However, a solution came once he returned to the ruined castle and his gaze settled on the battered form of Gladious.
As a native, the man should be the best guide Atticus could ask for. The moment Atticus stepped closer, Gladious dropped to his knees, his head bowing so low it nearly touched the ground.
"M-my supreme l-lord! T-this lowly one is— is g-glad you defeated the vile reverents! Y-you're truly amazing!"
