Atticus stared squarely at his drill sergeant. Had he just heard this man right?
'Something must be wrong with his eyes.'
'I think so too,' Atticus responded to Ozeroth's remark and raised an eyebrow while looking at Viktor.
"Train?"
"Yes. This is the purpose of a training camp," Viktor replied calmly, his expression unwavering as he met Atticus's eyes.
They both fell silent, locked in a stare. One was confused, the other unyielding.
"Okay." Atticus decided to play along.
'You can't be serious,' Ozeroth instantly protested. The spirit simply couldn't imagine a scenario where training under this grandmaster-rank demon would be beneficial to Atticus.
'Come on. I'm curious. Let's see what he has in store for us.'
Atticus understood where Ozeroth was coming from, he felt the same way. However, his curiosity was taking over in this situation. Even after witnessing what Atticus had done just moments ago, Viktor remained firm in his stance.
