Hours had passed since Atticus entered this new world, and he stood with a cold gaze atop a hill, staring down at the village below.
'What's my next course of action?'
During these hours, Atticus had been extracting information from the man he had captured earlier. It went without saying that it had been a valuable session, but at the same time, it had left Atticus feeling unsatisfied in the end.
The first question Atticus had asked was where he was.
The Abyssal Chasm felt like a world separate from the human domain, but this space felt the same. It felt like a world distinct from the Abyssal Chasm.
Atticus doubted the Obsidian Order had someone who could create worlds, and this fact was confirmed as the man explained.
They were currently inside an artifact, one that even paragons couldn't detect. It was a powerful artifact that enabled a world with its own ecosystem to be built within it.
