The training room that had once been filled with the violent clashes of two warriors now echoed with pained groans and violent bursts of light.
Atticus had meant it when he claimed he could speed up Magnus's transformation. His own had taken longer because he'd needed to allow his body to adjust after being pushed under so much pressure.
But now that he was a god, Magnus had the luxury of receiving first grade healing from a god himself.
Still, neither Atticus nor Avalon considered what Magnus was currently going through a luxury. His body was constantly being torn apart and renewed.
And while Atticus made sure to return everything back to the way it was, Magnus's mind was a different story. It bore the strain and remembered all of the pain. The agony.
'I could try erasing his memories temporarily.' Atticus recalled the ability of the last race of Eldoralth. It was one of the cores he had gotten from Whisker after Varnok had been killed.
