Chapter 799 Ally or…

Chapter 799 Ally or...

Atticus was utterly shocked. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The heads of every tiered family in the human domain were present. The paragons of the tier one families were currently in the estate!

And yet, right at the center of this estate, in a very open space, Whisker Von Pounce, the sovereign of the beast race, a figure who had recently caused a stir at a gathering of Eldoralth's most powerful leaders, someone the leaders and powerhouses of the human domain were wary of, had appeared as though it was the most normal thing to do.

Atticus was just... speechless. He truly didn't know what to say. As he was about to speak, he paused and shook his head, turning his gaze upward to the full moon high in the sky.

At this point, he was just tired. The beast was truly a wildcard.

A grin appeared on Whisker's face. "Too shocked to speak, huh?"

"I just don't know what to say," Atticus responded after a few seconds, his gaze fixed on the bright full moon, his eyes distant. Whisker could instantly sense his troubled state.

He moved closer and sat on the fountain's edge.

"You seem troubled. Would you like to talk about it?"

Atticus's eyes briefly shifted away from the moon to look at Whisker. His playful and bubbly demeanor had vanished, replaced by something more firm. Atticus could feel it, he was actually serious.

He didn't know how to feel about that. Sometimes, venting to a stranger about your troubles helps, but Atticus wasn't the type to do that. If he couldn't tell his loved ones what was troubling him, then others had no business knowing.

Atticus turned back to the moon before responding, "I'm fine."

Whisker smiled. Even a novice rank individual could see that something was clearly wrong, let alone a paragon.

"Hmm, alright. You don't have to talk, just listen."

Whisker also turned his gaze to the moon, and a silence descended over the area. Atticus could instantly feel it, the air around them had noticeably grown heavier.

Whisker soon broke the silence.

What was his goal? Power. Not just any power, but power over every single being in existence. Power so overwhelming that he would never have to bow to anyone again.

Absolute power.

When he reached that point, anything would be possible. What would stop him from reincarnating anyone? From rewinding time? From granting immortality to his loved ones?

Nothing. No one. Because he would have absolute power over all.

Atticus burst into laughter, something he hadn't done in a long time.

It had been so simple and it took him so long to realize. He just had to attain that power.

He shook his head, chuckling, and turned to face the moon. But this time, his gaze was clearer, as if what had been clouding it had vanished.

"Thank you."

"It's fine. You're my star actor, you know; the show would suffer if you were having an existential crisis." Whisker smiled as his cheerful demeanor returned. "But still, I'm awesome, aren't I?"

Atticus snorted. "More like self-centered."

"Mean!" Whisker placed a hand on his chest as if wounded, but Atticus wasn't buying it.

"You're also a big liar. If anyone's the actor here, it's you. A human? You're literally the leader of the beast race."

Whisker awkwardly cleared his throat, as if caught in the act.

"Humans, beasts, tomato, tomato—we're one and the same," he replied shamelessly, trying to defend himself. Atticus couldn't help but chuckle at the pitiful attempt.

Whisker joined in on the laughter, and after a few moments, another silence settled over the area.

Atticus turned to Whisker, his expression serious.

"Are you an ally or an enemy?"