'Find my truth, huh?'
It was a sentence that could only come from an artifact that rued its creation. It was almost ironic for a Death Relic to have such thoughts.
Atlas didn't waste time. The moment he regained his bearings, he started to investigate the city in the best way he knew how.
Firstly, he visited a bar.
He walked in without attracting much attention even with his mask.
'Outside of the Tower, it shouldn't have been common to hide one's identity too deeply. Usually, cloaks and hoods were the only protections taken.'
If this was a true world, those people would have immediately looked at him sideways, but they did not. They treated him like an ordinary member of their society as he walked in, sat at the bar, and ordered a drink.
The conversations around him naturally flowed into his ears that had been enhanced several times as he progressed through the realms of cultivation.
