Atticus vanished, reappearing on the island where Ozeroth trained.
"I see our most bountiful god decided to grace us with his presence."
Atticus turned toward the voice to see Whisker smiling at him.
"What were you doing?" Atticus asked, taking note of Whisker's appearance.
He was shirtless, his hardened muscles on display. If anyone had considered Whisker lazy, his current physique said otherwise.
He also wore beach shorts and had goggles with a breathing hole pointing upward, along with a round, inflated cushion. He was clearly about to go for a swim.
"You know," Whisker shrugged. "The kind of things hardworking folks do to reward themselves. Maybe if you worked as hard as me, you'd deserve one too."
Atticus shook his head at Whisker's absurdity. "You're still on this vacation thing?"
"Of course," Whisker shamelessly admitted. "The situation is so peaceful, it should be a crime not to enjoy it."
