Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1159

'Generals.'

The thought thundered in their heads all at once.

The generals were flanked by countless Zorvans, each one a size smaller, but still formidable.

Colonels.

The paragons glanced at one another, their expressions grim. None could utter a word.

They had long known of the Zorvan generals. That had been the whole reason the aegis shield had always been considered their ultimate line of defense. What they hadn't known… was how many there were.

Even one colonel was already enough to match a race leader, beings considered the strongest in the alliance.

But a general…

They were utterly screwed.

But before that dread could truly take root, a loud, irritated voice rang through the silence.

"Tch. It's just like that fool to leave me with the menial tasks. How degrading."

Heads spun around, and this time, their eyes widened not in fear, but utter relief.

Standing tall on the ledge of the massive tree Atticus once stood upon… was a blinding figure of pure violet.

Ozeroth.

But a deep frown marred Ozeroth's face as he stared at the kings in the sky. It was the kind of expression one wore after being handed an annoying chore.

"Ozzy!"

A high-pitched, excited voice rang out, and the gazes of the alliance turned upward, toward Ozeroth's head, where a pure white, fluffy creature was perched.

Despite the looming chaos and the overwhelming pressure radiating from the Zorvan kings above, the little beast wagged its tail excitedly, eyes sparkling like a child on their birthday.

Ozeroth didn't share the enthusiasm.

"What's got you so excited?" he grumbled. "That bastard left us with the trash while he went to fight the real opponents."

His voice carried far and wide. It wasn't subtle. It sounded like an old man yelling across a courtyard, and it reached the ears of the kings above.

Their heads tilted, eyes narrowed.

Gone was the pitiful sight of them kneeling before the twins, trembling like insects. Now, floating above the sanctuary, they were beings of pride and absolute confidence; kings.

Their auras detonated all at once, crashing down upon the domain like falling mountains.

The dome Ozeroth had conjured absorbed most of the pressure, but the people still felt it. So did the paragons. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably under the weight of that power.

And yet… the ones that pressure was meant for didn't even flinch.

"Name! Name! Name!" the Soulkin squealed, bouncing on Ozeroth's head.

Ozeroth sighed, shaking his head. "So that's why you're excited? Just because of a name?"

Before Atticus left to battle the twins, he had finally given the Soulkin a name. It was a simple one, but judging by the way the little thing kept nudging Ozeroth, begging to hear it, it clearly meant something.

Ozeroth let out a reluctant chuckle. As annoying as the little creature was… Atticus had been right. It was hard not to like him.

"Alright, alright," he said, rolling his eyes. "Listen well. I won't say it twice."

Instantly, the Soulkin went silent, rigid and still, waiting.

Ozeroth's voice was calm.

"Noctis."

"Kuu!!!" Noctis beamed, eyes gleaming with joy as he wagged his tail even faster. "Noctis! Noctis! Noctis!"

Ozeroth chuckled again. "Heh. I won't lie. Not a bad name."

Noctis nodded rapidly in agreement, still bouncing with excitement.

Then, Ozeroth's tone shifted.

"Alright. Enough horsing around."

Noctis froze.

A violent spiral of power coiled around his arm, warping the air and space around him. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}