Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1137

Atticus's singularities had cloaked the battlefield completely, blocking their vision and senses.

The tension that had gripped them had been unbearable.

But now… now that the haze had cleared, they could see.

They saw Atticus.

They saw Whisker.

But no Solren.

Considering the last images they had witnessed, Solren being cornered, pressured from all sides, there was only one possible explanation.

They had won.

They fucking won.

The joy that burst through them at that moment was indescribable.

Anastasia, being who she was, had been the only Master Rank present among them.

And right now, the tears just wouldn't stop streaming down her cheeks.

Avalon held her tightly, his own gaze locked onto the boy standing on the screen, the fire in his eyes burning brightly.

He had never been more proud.

But if Avalon felt pride, then what Magnus felt was something far heavier.

There was a small, quiet smile on his face as he stared at Atticus, and deep inside, Magnus just felt… happy.

It was like watching the child you raised grow to surpass you, to become something greater than you ever could have imagined.

Magnus clenched his fist tightly.

There was nothing more fulfilling than seeing your child grow into something truly magnificent.

The other paragons watched Atticus with varying expressions, awe, respect, shock, but regardless of what emotions crossed their faces, they were all deeply relieved.

For now, at least, they were out of the woods.

…

Meanwhile, in the skies above the devastated land, Atticus's eyes narrowed downward.

Their battle had carried them all the way to the Dimensari domain.

Although he was tempted to erase the problem entirely, Atticus decided to leave their race for now.

Besides, he wouldn't have been able to pierce their Aegis Shield anyway.

He and Whisker turned into streaks of light, shooting back toward the human domain.

Their goal was simple: confirm whether or not the Gardener's influence still lingered.

Their clash had decimated the roots that had once engulfed the human domain, but that didn't mean traces of the Gardener's power hadn't been left behind.

After a brief scan, they confirmed nothing unusual remained.

However, Atticus's gaze couldn't help but pause, stopping at one particular point in the seemingly endless ruined expanse.

'I can feel him. He's been watching.'

Atticus's thoughts sharpened, and in the next instant, Ozeroth's voice rumbled darkly in his head.

'I felt him too. That rotten bastard was probably trying to figure out what was happening.'

'Yeah,' Atticus thought grimly.

'We still have to deal with him…'

Throughout the battle, Atticus had felt the Spirit King's cold gaze lingering over him, observing, and analyzing.

And judging by Whisker's serious expression as he stared toward the same distant point, it was obvious he had felt it too.

Their eyes locked onto a particular spot, the place where the capital of Sector 8 had once stood. There, a spurt of vibrant purple energy had jutted out from the ground, and even now it continued to grow rapidly, expanding larger with each passing second.

Without hesitation, Atticus drew his katana in a flash, sending a violent slash slicing through the air toward the source.

A deep trench tore through the land, cleaving the growing tree in half and severing it at the roots.