Atlas read through the letter again, slightly more amused each time at the stupidness of the composition, but worried.He knew Achilles, and that... figure, was extremely proud. Yet, faced with the promise of damnation, he too felt fear.Atlas sighed and blew out his reading candle. He felt safer in the dark, because he knew the corrupted Achilles could already see him.What had corrupted him? Atlas didn't know.Over the years, his vast yet rare experience with corruption had taught him one thing: that it usually came with morbid spectacle.But this case was too quiet, and that was exactly what got him worried.He winced and covered his eyes with the back of his hand. "It's nighttime, Hope. Please turn the golden glow down a bit."Hope stirred out of her dream, which she somehow did with her eyes open. She said it was her visions, because of her affinity to godhood, but Atlas just thought it was creepy.She nodded, and her glow was drowned by the dark."You seem strangely sad. Are you