Atlas opened his eyes after his daily circulation of peace aura like every morning. He looked around and there wasn't his usual bed or roof of his new manor but a forest with death and destruction everywhere. Some Trees were burning, some were totally frozen. There were craters everywhere. Animals and hobgoblins lying down death. Some had many wounds and some even didn't have a single scratch but had died anyway.
It was a horrendous site to see showing power and mayhem but for Atlas, it was still not enough. He had created many attack-oriented magic symbols and teleported to the edge of the forest where he was familiar with, to experiment and practice his newly developed skills.
And he realized one thing. He was strong and powerful both in magic and mana but not experienced enough to use
