Atticus walked calmly into the building.
'He'll probably refuse.' He smiled as his gaze settled on his grandfather and father, locked in an intense fight.
The air inside the training room was filled with crackling lightning and searing fire. Flashes of red and blue ignited constantly around the room as they clashed, faster than most could follow.
But Atticus wasn't most people. His eyes locked onto the man he had come for, and his mind worked.
'I'll have to convince him.'
He knew his grandfather well, an honorable, proud man who wouldn't accept handouts. Someone simply gifting him a power-up was unacceptable.
Atticus released his presence, and instantly, the clashes stopped. Fire and lightning burst in the space before him, and from them, Avalon and Magnus materialized.
Avalon's grin stretched wide as he immediately pulled Atticus into a hug.
"You're a god, son! I never thought I'd live to see the day my son literally rules the world. I'm proud of you."
