The battle with the giant had ended swiftly, with Atticus as the winner.
As the announcement rang out, Atticus returned to the group. None of them had shown any visible surprise. A one on one duel with Atticus wasn't something anyone expected another person to win.
"Nicely done," Anorah praised as he neared.
Atticus responded with a smile. Ozeroth grumbled something incomprehensible, but Atticus ignored him. The prideful man could be a big baby in some cases, especially when battle and pride were involved.
He turned to face the opposing army. A death like silence had settled over their people, while his own roared and cheered at the top of their lungs.
"Lord Atticus!! Splitter of giants!"
"Burn our enemies next, my lord!"
"Marry my entire family!"
"Flatten me like you flattened him!!"
"Atticus-sama!!! Step on me!!"
"My lord! Please bear my children!"
