Atticus's gaze flashed. Draktharion didn't need to finish his words; he had already comprehended the deeper meaning and quickly formed multiple assumptions as soon as Draktharion mentioned the age of all the apexes.
'I was sent here a year after them. Why?'
There was no way to know the correct answer, but Atticus could still glean some insights from this revelation.
'My reincarnation wasn't random. I was targeted from the beginning.'
From the start, Atticus had never considered himself special. In his past life, nothing stood out about him that would warrant anyone specifically wanting to reincarnate him. He had assumed it was all by chance.
But now, it was clear it wasn't. He knew the true purpose behind their reincarnation—entertainment.
Eighteen years ago, someone or some entity had reincarnated exactly 15 individuals, each from different worlds, into Eldoralth.
