The vastness of the universe did something insane to probabilities. The inherited talent involved the genes of both magical progenitors, while natural talent was something only nature could bestow. Because of the universe's size, the number of noble families was ridiculously low compared to the general population.
"Absolutely certain," Atlas said with iron determination. He wouldn't turn back. Everyone stepped aside to give him space to advance, and the skies began to close with a golden hue.
The first bolts came down like a joke before a giant; these bolts didn't even make Atlas raise his hand. He merely had to manipulate the mana around him, keeping it inert. It gathered and completely destroyed the bolts.
Even the eighth bolt couldn't make Atlas break his calm posture. Things changed only when the ninth bolt descended; this was an entirely different level. At that moment, the sky opened, revealing the celestial beings throwing the bolt directly onto the challenger.
