"What is he, really?"
Aren was the successor of the Goddess of Wildlife and Nature, yet he had never seen anything as feral and determined as Atlas. He wasn't incredibly powerful at this point in time, but he was powerful enough at his stage to make him stand out from the competition.
"How is his body absorbing the remnant souls used to form the illusions in this testing ground? He actually managed to transform bad luck into a source of power. That breathing technique as well,"
"The little titan boy is far from ordinary!"
That was his realization. He was a bit air-headed, hence, didn't think of other things that could have been connected, but still understood the general gist of things.
"Hephaestus forged those weapons him pulls out, custom-made, just like my beloved flute." He said once more, clutching the long wooden flute he held close to his heart.
