The 25th Floor's trial was calm. It was a stark difference when compared to the excitement of the secret realm.
Atlas finally found his way to the city. What he had to do from that point made him think that he never wanted to experience the life of a mortal again.
Who knew writing would ever become so important? Atlas naturally learned how to read and write, but not to the extent that they required!
They called his handwriting chicken scratch from the moment he walked in, and with every day that passed, his suffering only increased.
Papers and papers and papers.
Papers and papers and papers.
That was the life that Atlas lived for the next two weeks.
He signed documents, read documents, discussed documents with others, and transcribed documents. In the morning, he went into one building and stayed there until the moon rose. Then, he left, spent the night cultivating, and returned to do the exact same thing the next day.
