Seeing Atticus's overwhelming talent had honestly been refreshing for the crew. Many felt envy deep inside but made sure not to show it. However, they were all feeling worked up currently.
Atticus possessed a talent that defied description. It was so immense that no words could do it justice.
Despite this, he was working incredibly hard. In the span of four months, he had battled an apex of another race, attended the elemental sanctums and graduated, and spent two months in the Abyssal Chasm. Yet, they had never seen him rest willingly for more than a few hours. It was unnerving. Why was he trying so hard?
"Form up!" Amara's voice boomed, prompting the crew members to quickly form a horizontal line.
"Partner up and begin sparring! We're not stopping until we drop!"
"Yes!"
The sounds of the crew members' loud shouts reverberated through the room. They instantly followed Amara's lead and began training.
