There was a moment of silence before Atticus finally spoke.
"I was targeted during the ascension trial, and you allowed it."
"Ah, I see." The Great Verge nodded, calm. "So? I owe you nothing. I simply turned a blind eye. That shouldn’t be nearly enough to earn your ire."
"You owe every god undertaking your surprise trial fairness. If I had been any weaker, I would have died. All because you chose to ’turn a blind eye’." Atticus’ eyes furrowed.
"It speaks for your character. My first impression of you is that you are a corrupt, rotten star that can’t be trusted."
"My my, such blunt words." A smile that shocked Atticus stretched across the Great Verge’s face.
"I guess it’s expected. I had been told respect should not be expected from children. I’m only just experiencing it."
Atticus ignored the jab, and he didn’t fall for any one of the Verge’s jokes or attempts at breaking the obvious tension between them.
With everything that had happened, he knew that this entity could not be trusted, no matter how friendly he appeared.
He had confirmed from Whisker already. While each plane had different rules, there was one that was always constant: a star could not hurt a god and their world, regardless of the situation.
Finally, the Great Verge quieted down and stared at Atticus.
"You are an anomaly," he said, and suddenly laughed, catching Atticus off guard. "I struggled to understand why during your trial. But now, taking a closer look at you, it’s finally clear."
Atticus was silent.
"You’re him." The Great Verge spoke the confusing words with so much certainty that Atticus couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
"The one whose name shall not be mentioned brought past the Verge decades ago."
Atticus’ gaze narrowed at those words. And the Great Verge hummed, glad he finally got a reaction from Atticus.
"You bear the mark of Solvath. Oh, this is far more interesting than I ever thought." He sounded excited, and his six eyes lit up like a kid who’d found a toy.
"Solvath?" Atticus finally asked, feigning ignorance.
"The mark of the fallen primordial," he explained. "I see you’re not well informed. Unfortunately, though I would like to break the tension between us, I value my existence too much to spill. I apologize."
The frown on Atticus only intensified. He wasn’t sure what to say. However, he didn’t feel good that literally every star he met could tell he carried some mark.
’It means others will be able to find out too,’ he realized. He hadn’t forgotten the warnings he received from Elderish in the past.
There would be people hunting his kind down. And Atticus wasn’t sure if he should focus on retrieving the remaining fragments from the other kins. He couldn’t even awaken his mark yet.
A thought suddenly struck him and he decided to ask.
"Since you can’t tell me about that nameless being, can you tell me how to awaken my mark?"
The Great Verge narrowed his six eyes. "Hm. I guess that shouldn’t step on any toes," he said and suddenly smiled. "But I hope this would ease up any tension between us?"
"Yes," Atticus answered. He had never planned on trusting the star in the first place, even if the incident hadn’t occurred.
"Good. Easy way or hard way?" the Verge asked.
"Easy."
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