Within ten minutes, Atlas was already on the run.
[Treacherous Phoenix says…]
[Treacherous Phoenix is…]
Those parts of the notifications were already being ignored by Atlas' perception. Only relevant information was entering his head.
[Go to the westernmost point of the floor. Survive and reach the border.]
That was all the God was willing to share with him at the moment.
'The westernmost point? There is nothing there.'
Atlas hadn't been to the very edge of the realm because he would only be cornering himself by doing so, but the western area was completely unpopulated. There were no cities, no people, and not even beasts in between the south and northwest. Why was he being told to go there?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
[Intrinsic Foresight]
[Lightning Shadow Steps]
Atlas zipped through the forests. There were thirty-six pursuers now. They chased him from behind, dashed alongside him, and even set themselves up in his path.
