Atticus sat on the earthen chair in complete silence, his piercing gaze sweeping across the training grounds.
His glowing purple eyes flickered rapidly from one trainee to another as they trained. Every movement, every technique, every subtle fluctuation of mana, he absorbed and memorized it all.
His intelligence had always been extraordinary, one of the things he was most certain about. But now, his mental capabilities had reached a level that defied description.
His comprehension speed was astonishing, processing complex patterns and ideas in mere moments. His thinking speed was unmatched, analyzing multiple layers of information simultaneously. His memory was flawless, storing everything he saw or learned as though engraved into his mind.
The trainees, filled with energy and hope, believed he was there to recruit. Maybe he was searching for young talents to mold into an elite force?
They couldn't have been more wrong.
