Atticus frowned. He had just confirmed his assumption.
"How so?"
Quiet Flame sighed, and his next words radiated even more sadness.
"The stronger the star, the stronger the worlds under him. Unfortunately, my dwindling strength would also affect the growth of any world under me."
"Compared to other worlds, how much weaker are we?" Atticus asked in a serious tone.
From Quiet Flame's words so far, Atticus had gleaned an important point. He was currently the weakest amongst the stars.
ZThe strength of the stars affected the strength of the worlds under them, which meant there was a very high possibility that other worlds were much more powerful than them.
Quiet Flame paused for a moment before answering.
"I would say you're about a quarter weaker, but considering your… uniqueness, it's hard to tell."
'Is he talking about my varying powers?'
In a battle of life and death, it went without saying that Atticus' plethora of abilities granted him an edge.
