Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1037

’Shit!’

Drakthanion’s head snapped back towards his front, but it was already too late. Viktor’s punch was already at his chest.

His eyes widened.

"Too late."

BOOOOOOM!!!

The impact detonated through his body.

A blast wave followed, ripping through the forest as Draktharion was launched like a cannonball, crashing through multiple hills before slamming into a distant cliff, reducing it to rubble and flame.

And then… silence.

Viktor stood in the smoldering ruin, his breath coming in ragged, heavy gasps, black smoke curling from his nostrils.

The hellfire around him dimmed slowly, flickering weakly before fading altogether, revealing the true extent of his condition.

His body… was a wreck.

Burnt skin clung to muscle, cracked and blistered. Chunks of charred flesh peeled with every movement. His once bulging muscles now looked scorched and torn.

And as the adrenaline drained, an overwhelming fatigue struck like a hammer. His legs wobbled beneath him. His vision blurred. But the fire in his eyes never dulled.

Viktor ignored the chaos rumbling in the skies above. He didn’t care about the world crashing down. Not the plummeting island. Not the carnage of the paragon war. Not even the searing pain shooting through every inch of his body.

His eyes were only on one thing.

The orb.

Still hovering… untouched by flame, ash, or carnage. Glistening faintly, like it belonged to another world entirely.

Even as his body screamed in agony, his legs moved.

One step.

Then another.

And another.

Each movement took everything from him. The distance felt endless, like the orb was moving farther with every breath.

His flames had long died. His body no longer responded properly. But still, he pressed on, his gaze locked on that faint gleam of hope.

And then, he heard it.

The sound of the air splitting apart.

The earth groaning.

Draktharion was rising again.

Charging toward him like a force of nature reborn.

But Viktor didn’t stop. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t even look back.

He reached out his trembling, blood-soaked hand toward the core.

And then…

SNAP.

A sound echoed across the world.

A pulse surged from the skies. And mana vanished.

The entire battlefield fell into a void of silence, a dead zone where no art, no aura, no energy could respond.

And Viktor felt it instantly.

The last thread of mana that had been subtly keeping him alive, keeping his body from collapsing completely, was gone.

His legs buckled beneath him.

"Shit…"

But before he hit the ground

Whoosh!

His body turned weightless, lifted upward by an unseen force.

He wasn’t the only one.

All across the battlefield, the same thing was happening. Everyone was forced into the air.

Aurora. Zoey. Kael. The sergeants. The apexes. Even the injured and unconscious.

They hovered suspended in the skies, unable to move.

And just behind the apexes,

Carius had appeared, staring at them as though he wanted to tear them into pieces. Lirae, Maera, Torren, Kynara and Ae’ark were still alive.

Every gaze locked forward as the atmosphere darkened.

And then Viktor saw it. The cause of it all.

A figure floating high above the battlefield, eyes calculating, limbs mechanical, presence inhuman.

"A… Z-Zorvan?"