"May God bless us all."
"You—" Draken's eyes dilated as he tried to pull his feet free, but because his spar with Baby had been intense, he only winced in pain.
Before he could even think further, Atlas had already risen from his seat and strode toward the cardinal. The latter remained seated, wearing a small yet irritating smirk.
And somehow, seeing it up close, all Atlas saw was red.
Reaching out, he grabbed the cardinal's robe in his fist, ready to strike. Before anyone could react, Atlas's fist crashed into the cardinal's cheek.
Tak!
Tak!
Tak!
His knuckles slammed into the cardinal's face again and again without pause. He didn't even blink—he just kept raising his fist and bringing it down, leaving everyone stunned. The cardinal tried to defend himself after the second strike, but to no avail.
"Atlas!" Marceline's voice rang through the room, stopping him mid-punch. "That's enough."
