Atlas felt different. The strength increase was definitely there, but there was something else as well. Disgust? Pride? Arrogance? He couldn't completely tell, as, with all emotional and intelligent beings, there were too many to take note of.
But it could all be summed up to those three ones. The feeling originated from within his blood himself. Because of this blood, he could almost see and feel it as though he were there himself.
A Titan in the cosmos, ruling over and exterminating races.
Most of the time, there was no reason to do so. They were driven solely by the feeling passed on in their blood that most of the other races were nothing more than insects that would live by their whims.
It felt wrong. His human standards quickly forced him to dispel those feelings he was having. In doing this, he recalled his outburst against Billy the Kid's minion from months ago.
