Alaric continued to talk, kicking off the so-called "festivities." It seemed that others had been informed that this was more of a "party" than an "assembly."
Alaric came down the staircase on the right and started casually conversing with everyone who came up to him. From what Atlas could hear for those first few seconds, they were indeed speaking about expanding trade and the scale of projects on Vanatos.
However, that was the last thing Atlas heard. In the next moment, he was almost floored as his mind was split in two.
Whoosh!
A sound entered his ears and his ears alone. On one hand, he saw the familiar scenery of the ballroom, and on the other, he saw… a table?
Atlas could feel his connection to his body. He could still actively control it as if nothing was wrong at all. Yet, within his mind was a scene of a starry sky and a ground of pure blackness. In this scenery was a long white table, at which he was seated.
