"As you’ve already noticed, the number of gods here is more than what it should be. There are new gods and old. As long as your rent is paid, you can stay as long as you want. That should be all. Any questions?"
Atticus pondered a moment. "Just two. Why was I being stared at by everyone as we walked and how can I understand your words?"
Atticus had gone far too long not to notice the stares. The whispers. While he and Masner were probably the smallest group he’d seen today, that shouldn’t have been enough to get so much attention.
’Or am I underplaying the importance of factions?’ he wondered. And for the second thing, Atticus knew for sure Masner wasn’t speaking any language he knew of.
He had conversed with other worlds when he was in the lower plane. They’d gone past being able to understand intent using mana.
But the middle planes should be different. He’d been surprised that he understood the other gods that came to challenge Eldoralth the past week, and now Masner was also the same.
"For your second question, it’s a Will Art. You’ll learn more about this in your lessons. But for the sake of it, you just have to will yourself to be understood."
’I see.’ It was easy enough for him to achieve. Atticus nodded and waited for the answer to the first question.
Masner hesitated and sighed. "Unfortunately, it is something all new gods have to go through. They call it the hazing," he said.
"I’ve been the school’s admissions officer for centuries now. A new face being escorted by me is like announcing your presence to the whole school."
Atticus frowned. "And what does this hazing signify?"
"It means you should expect countless challenges as soon as I leave you. You’re a new god. Inexperienced. New to the workings of the middle planes. You’re a goldmine to many."
As Atticus nodded, Masner began walking away.
"We’ll likely never meet again. It’s your choice, but take my advice and join a faction soon. The path of a true willer is a long and dangerous one."
Atticus didn’t say anything as Masner left. He turned his gaze down and focused on the bustling halls. This wasn’t what he was expecting.
’I should visit the library first,’ Atticus decided. He needed more information before he could do anything. He tore his gaze away and began making his way there.
Atticus quickly noticed a change. The eyes on him had gotten more probing and intense as soon as Masner left him. The whispers were endless as he walked.
’Looks like I’ve been tagged.’ They’d marked him already. Still, Atticus’ gait didn’t so much as shake. His back was straight and eyes forward as he walked.
During his tour with Masner, Atticus had used the opportunity to find out how he infused his will into movement.
Using Omnicognition, he had been able to pick up on the subtle nuances and saw through it. He found out that it was indeed an art. And with his all seeing eyes, he knew exactly what to do.
The air around Atticus suddenly shifted as he focused. His will churned, and the next step he took, it flared.
The expressions of many of the gods watching him shifted. Atticus’ movements had changed.
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