It was absurd.
By all conventional standards, Viktor Halden had no business training someone like Atticus Ravenstein.
A paragon was a force of nature, a symbol of unmatched power in Eldoralth, while Viktor was… well, just a grandmaster. It was akin to an ant training a giant.
If it came down to raw power, Viktor couldn't hold a candle to the monster that was a paragon.
While Atticus understood the need to be oriented in the ways of the military before being sent out to war, he doubted if that was what was happening here. The man had obviously been sent here to train him, but on what?
This was what Atticus wanted to know.
They possibly didn't think a grandmaster could teach him how to fight, did they?
It sounded like pride, but it was far from it. A paragon could kill a grandmaster numerous times before the latter could even blink.
Viktor's sharp, crimson, and unflinching eyes met his. The demon's face appeared calm.
