Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1156

The twins of Bloom and Blight were struggling to comprehend the current events.

A child from a lower world had used Impose. And not just that, he had done something they had never seen before, not in all their vast travels across even the middle planes.

He had compressed, impose. He had compressed the world around him, turning himself into an unstoppable force.

But that wasn't what shocked them the most.

It was his Will.

It was strong. Too strong. Even while hovering from a distance, the twins felt a searing heat licking at their own Wills.

A Will shouldn't be this powerful. It shouldn't be able to affect other Wills to this extent, especially not one from a lower world.

'The Crimson Flames.'

The name echoed through their minds, their expressions tightening with intensity.

It was a major faction in the middle planes. And the effects of Atticus' Will mirrored theirs. But something still didn't add up.

They had clashed with members of the Crimson Flames countless times before. The flames burned, yes, but at a far slower pace, especially when their opponent wielded a Will equal to their own. On some day, they only felt warm.

But this… this was different. Kaelith had felt it. Lysara had felt it.

Contact with Atticus' Will was like pressing one's soul against molten iron.

It didn't just burn, it seared. It carved into their beings.

A normal Will couldn't do this. It shouldn't have this much dominance over them. At the very least, not the kind most powers in the middle planes practiced.

As scions of the Nature World, Verdanthor, they knew exactly what this was.

'True Will.'

Lysara's and Kaelith's eyes slowly widened as the realization struck.

They gazed at the so called child in the distance, crimson flames coiling around his form in an ethereal blaze. He looked at them like he had already decided their fates.

He didn't look like a child, not to them.

That smile… wasn't a smile. Not to them.

The twins reached the same conclusion at once: They were staring at an impossibility.

"Lysara."

Kaelith's voice was cold, but heavy.

"Yes, brother."

Her playful tone was long gone. Instead, her grim expression mirrored her brother's.

Then, the air around them shifted. One word spilled from their lips in unison:

"Impose."

A wave of white and green exploded outward. The world twisted. Changed.

On Lysara's side, the land bloomed as an endless forest surged to life, towering trees rising like titans, vines slithering through the air, the scent of nature filled the air.

On Kaelith's side, everything turned white.

A massive ancient gate flickered into being behind him, monolithic, cracked, and glowing faintly.

It creaked open.

From its depths, they spilled forth. Twisted creatures of sinew and bone poured into the world in a relentless tide. They had no uniform shape, only monstrous intent.

Eyes rabid. Fangs bared. Razor sharp claws twitching in anticipation. They were ready to rend flesh.

From the distance, the people of Eldoralth gazed at the skies. The Zorvans, from their warships, gazed at the skies.

The world had turned into a mix of three colors.