[Author's Note: Just like with Mira's case in the earlier chapters—if you'd rather not dive into Milo's past, feel free to skip the next two chapters and continue directly at Chapter 209. (Only two chapters!) I've kept this as concise as possible.]
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The sound of cheering and applause echoed all around him. Atlas slowly opened his eyes, only to find himself somewhere completely unexpected.
What… is this?
He looked around, confused. It was… an arena? No, more like a theater, and he was floating near the ceiling, untouched and unseen by the crowd below.
People sat in neat rows, faces bright with joy, laughter and excitement painted across them as they clapped and cheered.
Atlas looked down at himself and blinked. His body was transparent, his form suspended in the air, like a silent observer.
Well… this is already better than Mira's memory. At least he didn't have to walk his way through this one.
