Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1041

Fire. Water. Air. Earth.

In the history of Eldoralth, even including the world of the Zorvans, the notion of combining the elements was such that no one had thought it possible.

Till this day, that notion did not change. Although they were insanely rare, there had been elementalists who could wield multiple elements in history.

But they had wielded them separately. Considering the fact that warriors were always searching for ways to progress in power, many had tried to fuse them together countless times. And the result had always been the same, fire and water created mist, wind and fire fueled the blaze, and so on.

However, even they knew these were merely superficial reactions, interactions, not true fusions. At best, they were elemental reactions occurring on the surface level, each element retaining its individual nature and simply colliding or cooperating at that moment.

But what Atticus did was different. It wasn’t just a combination; it was a synthesis. He didn’t let the elements react, he made them resonate. At a fundamental level, down to their essence, their very molecular or energetic structure, he forced them to harmonize.

Every bit of that realization raced through Xal’zereth’s mind with terrifying speed as he watched the paragons of the Obsidian Order disintegrate, reduced to nothing, not even ashes left to scatter in the wind.

His array of black eyes sharpened as he replayed every frame of what he had just witnessed, frame by frame, second by second.

But there was no respite.

A sound tore through the battlefield.

It felt like a rupture, a violent distortion of space and atmosphere.

Xal’zereth’s brows furrowed, only to see that the one he had been analyzing was… gone.

The skies of the dimensional world imploded inward, a vacuum ripple folding space in a violent spiral.

Atticus moved.

It felt like a single act of wrath, a motion carried by the will of the elements themselves.

He moved like fire bursting, like water flowing, like wind cutting, like earth collapsing.

And all of it, all of it, was one single movement.

Then, he was there. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

Before Xal’zereth.

Not a blur, not a flicker, not a flash. Just… presence.

A thunderous boom shattered the sky, space bending, air compressing, clouds parting. Black-crimson streaks carved trails in the heavens behind him, still glowing in the wake of his arrival.

For a moment, just a moment, Xal’zereth remained still, suspended in the air like a specter carved from ivory, his obsidian robes fluttering beneath the force of residual pressure.

But his black-ringed eyes… twitched.

A flicker. Barely perceptible. But it was there.

A minute narrowing of one iris. A slight shift in his jawline. Subtle, but for a being of such surgical detachment, it was as close to a flinch as a Zorvan could manifest.

"Uncatalogued kinetic pattern. Impossible velocity vector. Inconsistent with known limits."

The words left him in a faint monotone, whispered more to the void than to Atticus. He began to process it with a kind of alien, calculated intrigue, his mind dissecting the moment, mapping trajectories, analyzing elemental imprints left behind by the movement.

"Fascinating…"

His gaze lingered on Atticus, not as one viewing a warrior, but as one observing a biological deviation of unprecedented nature.

"Four elements… synchronized under one emotional directive."

"No fragmentation. No elemental rejection. No internal collapse."

His voice rose.

"An anomaly."

But then, Atticus’s katana surged upward.

There was no chant, no declaration. Just motion, refined, calm, and simple.

For so long, he had relied on nothing but pure mana when it came to his katana arts, because at the time, it was superior.