Chapter 78
{{{So it's indeed time… time for the end…}}}
Veil tilted his head slowly toward Atlas, whispering with barely contained irritation, "What the fuck is he talking about?"
Atlas only smiled.
It was not a mocking smile, nor one made of arrogance. It was the soft, strange kind of smile that comes from understanding—the kind that hurts more than it soothes. His eyes remained fixed on the Giant, but something within them had shifted.
Because he heard it.
Not just the name.
But the essence of the name. When the Giant had spoken it—Atlas—it wasn't just sound. It was a vibration. A word dipped in truth, soaked in law, then flung into reality where the world itself rejected it. Atlas felt it ripple through his spine, through his upgraded mind, through the still-breathing remnants of the Guide. The very laws of reality flinched when the name echoed in its purest form. The system whispered warnings. The air thickened.
Because now, he could see what he was never meant to see.
