Razil arrived, landing between Atlas and the others. There was not a single shred of concern visible on his face, despite supposedly standing before a Progenitor. He wasn't in his wolf form, yet a powerful aura surrounded him.
The aura... It was so majestic that it was like a mountain pushing down on the surroundings. Even Atlas felt the impact of some of that aura.
"Progenitor Castiel, also known as the Lone Wolf who didn't hesitate even when going against the other Progenitors... You have finally returned." The King glared deep into the eyes of Atlas.
There was nothing for him to worry about since he knew that a Progenitor couldn't compel him because of his Royal Werewolf Bloodline. Moreover, when it came to speed, even then, he wasn't too far behind.
Despite there only being a few meters of gap between the two powerhouses, Razil believed he was completely safe, even if Atlas attacked.