"My Lord, may I come in?"
It was Edrik's voice.
"Yes, come in."
Atlas sat up as the door opened, revealing Edrik's figure. The man stepped in, bowing slightly before closing the door behind him. Then, he walked over to the chair in the middle of the room, seating himself across from Atlas.
Atlas raised both eyebrows, his expression questioning.
Edrik, often dubbed "Flat Face" by Mira, remained as expressionless as ever as he spoke in his usual monotone.
"Do you need more rest? I have something important to say."
Atlas chuckled, shaking his head. "It's okay, Edrik. Just say it."
Edrik gave a slight bow before continuing. "But I believe what I'm about to tell you will actually help you recover… and make you even more motivated."
"Oh, really?" Atlas was intrigued now, sitting up straighter.
Edrik hesitated, eyes flickering with uncertainty. A rare sight from someone usually so composed.
"Actually, I can't say this for certain… It's just a theory."
