By the time it was late afternoon, Atticus hovered high in the sky, overlooking the territory. Everything was looking good.
'It's better this way,' he thought.
Other bounty hunters were sure to come for him, which meant more challenges. The longer he kept them away, the longer he had to grow his territory.
Atticus summoned the rules and glanced at his territory rank.
Imperial.
'I can feel the increase…'
He could feel the change. The will density of the territory had increased. While the worlds under him still remained at about thirty thousand, his will had gotten stronger. It was one of the perk of having an upgraded territory.
But Atticus soon had a thought.
'What will happen after the Games?'
Will this increase remain, or vanish?
He cleared his thoughts and focused on the present. He couldn't allow himself to get distracted.
'We'll have to fight tomorrow morning.'
