Atlas felt it again—that peculiar sensation. The heat that clung to his skin like a second atmosphere, the kind that should've boiled his nerves, cauterized his blood, and left him twitching on the jungle floor.
Nothing.
Not even a wince.
He flexed his fingers.
Not numb. Not dull.
Just… immune.
It made him curious.
The sun filtered through the trees like gold scattered over smoke. Birds dared sing again in the distance. Veil and Loki stood nearby, mid-bicker as usual, but their voices were background noise now. For the first time in days, there was silence in his mind. No visions. No prophecy. No death rattles from forgotten gods.
Which meant one thing.
Time to check the numbers.
"System," Atlas muttered.
And it bloomed before him like scripture summoned from light.
[System Status]
Name: Atlas Von Roxweld
Age: 14 (32) [Slow Aging: Active]
Race: Human (Option: High Human)
Evolution Tier: Eligible
Body Grade: S (formerly A+)
Level: 38
