Atum was currently traveling around his territories, in an unnamed village he was inspecting a farm.

"Hm. You've done well, this years harvest is sure to be productive."

Atum was taking a good look around at the large fields of golden wheat before looking back to the farmer who spoke with a slight tremble to his tone and sweat beading on his forehead.

"A-Ah.. Thank you sire! I'm sure this harvest will be the best that we've had in y-years!"

Atum was unamused, knowing the farmer was just sucking up to save his own skin from Atum's wrath. All of a sudden Atum's knights shouted and pointed their swords at someone hidden behind the corner of the barn. Atum looks over with a raised brow as he saunters over.