An alliance? Does Atlas really need an alliance? Or does he truly believe he can take on all these challenges by himself?
That thought kept circling in his mind, appearing over and over again, sometimes slipping into his discussions with Edrik. Even on the second day of his training, when he had started running more freely, up there on the mountain peak, where the wind was wild and merciless.
Atlas relied on his spear to endure the harsh environment. He wielded it with precision, channeling the elemental particles in the air and merging them with his body to create a protective barrier against the relentless wind.
It wasn't flawless. But it gave him the edge he needed to push forward with greater speed and freedom.
Still, it didn't mean he was completely unaffected. Every now and then, a powerful gust would nearly lift his body off the ground. But each time, he would adjust his stance, plant his feet firmly, and regain control of his balance. He pressed on. He focused harder.
