Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1033

Chaos. Destruction. Death.

Those were the only words capable of even remotely describing the scene unfolding.

Colonel Zenon had given his rousing cry.

The sergeants and Apexes had gone on full alert.

The Paragons had clashed.

And then…

Devastation followed.

Paragon battles had always been considered world-ending events. Even a clash between two could leave entire landscapes in ruin.

But this was sixteen Paragons against eight.

Above the main island, the sky had become a battlefield of apocalyptic proportions.

The people within the banquet hall heard it first;

Not a sound, but a force.

A pressure so intense it sounded like celestial bells being struck by war gods. Like the heavens themselves were cracking apart.

And then it hit.

A shockwave, vast and merciless, slammed into the island like a divine hammer.

Buildings were reduced to rubble.

Trees were shredded into dust.

Mountains cracked. Rivers reversed. Airships exploded.

The entire island plummeted from the sky, like a dying god crashing toward the earth.

Those inside the banquet were thrown like rag dolls, blasted in every direction by the sheer force.

Recruits screamed. Recruits died.

Thousands of them had gathered in the banquet hall, the elites of the Alliance, the Apex division, geniuses from every race.

But they were still only experts, some just merely advanced.

The sound alone had imploded their eardrums. The shockwave had turned the unlucky ones into twisted flesh and splintered bones, shredded by flying debris and collapsing architecture.

Yet amid the carnage, the eyes of the Apexes glinted like sharpened blades.

Their aura erupted, shielding their bodies, stabilizing their footing even as the island crumbled beneath them.

The sergeants, too, regained their bearings, some hovering mid-air, others bracing against fractured stone as the island spiraled downward, gravity becoming erratic.

Yet even then, their gazes all snapped upward, to the army that hovered above.

An endless wave of Grandmasters, their bloodlust thick enough to drown cities.

And at their helm hovered one figure.

Carius Valarius.

Calm. Cold. Composed.

Looking down upon them like ants.

He could see their stunned faces, their shock at his betrayal.

Their disbelief that one of their own, an Apex, a member of the Dimensari race, had betrayed them.

But his expression held not a single shred of remorse.

And then, a thunderous roar split through the chaos:

"APEX CARIUS VALARIUS! WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!"

It wasn’t a shout, it was a war cry, a declaration, like a god roaring across the heavens.

Carius’s gaze flicked lazily toward the sergeant who had spoken, brow raised.

"What does it look like?" he replied coldly, voice like razors over glass.

"I’ve come for your lives."

And then, the Grandmasters behind him acted.

Their auras exploded in a thunderous storm, drenching the air in pure pressure.

The expressions of the sergeants darkened in disbelief.

A Dimensari, the self-called leaders of the Alliance, had not only betrayed them… but had led the charge.

But Carius didn’t give them time to process it.

He raised a single hand, and the Grandmasters surged.