Atlas stood there blinking at me. Every one of his Commanders was doing the same, though whether they were technically his Commanders or simply people who deferred to him, I hadn't worked out yet. The hierarchy was clear enough. He was at the top and everyone else was trying not to stare.
They were failing.
All of them were looking at me like they had never seen a properly built man before. I retrieved my shirt from where the attendant had hung it during the measurement and pulled it back on, glaring at each of them as I did.
'You'd think a Sovereign-rank reveal would be the headline, not my physique.'
"Ah... I see, I see."
Atlas's voice cut through the silence like a blade through cloth.
"Truly a man of priorities."
He straightened, and his posture shifted to express less curiosity, more calculation.
