Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1028

Carius and the army of Grandmasters shot toward the banquet building, just as multiple streaks of light converged around the Obsidian Order Paragons that hovered calmly in the air like horsemen of the apocalypse, their gazes impassive, cold, unmoved as they waited.

The first streak reached them, stopping at a significant distance.

Colonel Zenon.

Throughout all the times Atticus had seen the Evolari, he had been calm, jovial, filled with warmth and easy smiles.

But now, there was not a single shred of a smile on Zenon’s face.

There was no welcoming aura.

His expression had hardened, and his figure radiated so much killing intent that it bled into the heavens like an endless storm.

’How…’

Shock. Disbelief. Confusion.

Every single emotion that said "this is impossible" surged through him.

None of them hid it.

On the open skin of the opposing Paragons, the insignia of the Obsidian Order glowed faintly, and their deranged eyes said the rest.

Multiple things shook Zenon to his core.

The first:

This was the Alliance Military Camp, the most secure location in all of Eldoralth. A dimensional space forged by the combined power of Paragons across the world.

And yet, not one. Not two.

But a freaking army of Grandmasters and Paragons had infiltrated?

How in the living world…?

And among those Paragons, his eyes caught two figures that stunned him even more.

One of them, Jesten.

An elder of the Evolari race.

One of their strongest. A beacon of their power. A pillar of their legacy.

And yet, he now stared at Zenon with a twisted, deranged smile. No remorse. No hesitation. No sanity.

The others were of similar strength, Paragons from other races. But it seemed they had always been working for the Obsidian Order all along.

And then, the last thing, the one that made Zenon’s soul freeze.

Standing at the center… was a Zorvan.

Not just any Zorvan.

’A colonel…’ From its power alone, Zenon recognized the rank.

’Shit…’

The Zorvan military hierarchy was vastly different from theirs. Because for them, a Colonel was already one of the highest-ranking officers, just beneath a General.

A Colonel’s strength rivaled the leaders of the Alliance races.

How in the hell did a Zorvan infiltrate the Alliance?

They were screwed.

More streaks of light arrived, stopping beside Zenon.

Each of them radiated the unmistakable aura of a Paragon. Precautions that had been kept hidden in case of any unexpected event. They were veteran Paragons, aged warriors from all corners of Eldoralth, who had now revealed themselves.

With their arrival, the number of Alliance Paragons reached sixteen, each one accounting for each race.

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Yet there was no joy in Zenon’s heart.

Only dread.

One of the Alliance Paragons turned toward him, eyes wide in disbelief.

"Zenon! How is this possible?!"

They all stared at the Obsidian Paragons, especially the Zorvan, with trembling gazes.

Zenon’s voice was cold.

"Why don’t you ask them?"

It wasn’t meant as sarcasm. It wasn’t even an answer.

His face alone showed the gravity of the situation. Even he didn’t know what was happening.