Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1189

"Is there anything we can do to help?"

Atticus had done most of the heavy lifting, but standing idle didn't sit right with them.

He looked at them. "Do you still feel like killing me?"

They hesitated. Then slowly, all three, including Maera, nodded.

'Hmm. I don't feel it anymore though…'

When he'd first met Ae'ark, there had been a strange feeling, like his Will wanted to kill him. And the same had happened with the others.

But now… that sensation was gone.

'Is it because of my True Will?' he wondered.

Still, trust wasn't something he could offer so easily.

"You don't feel that way toward the other paragons, right?"

They shook their heads.

"Then ask them what you can do to help."

He gave them a small smile and excused himself. Maera looked like she wanted to follow him, but he vanished before she could even take a step.

As Atticus reappeared outside, he began walking toward the back of the building.

There were a number of things in the back. Another large structure stood ahead, and the sound of clashing swords reached his ears.

'They're still training.'

At their pleading request, Atticus had built a separate training building for Aurora, Ember, Caldor, and Nate. They'd claimed they needed it for focused training, and Atticus hadn't objected.

Now, as he stood outside, his gaze focused through the walls, locking onto the activity inside.

He noticed Nate sitting at the far end of the training room, his posture slumped, eyes blank and distant. The gloom that clung to him was hard to miss.

Atticus remembered the conversation they had hours earlier.

After assigning tasks to the paragons, he'd reunited with his family. And during a brief moment alone, Nate had approached him, his voice shaky.

"H-Hey Atticus… d-did you see them?"

Atticus had known exactly who he meant, Lucas' family.

But there had been no answer he could give that would bring him peace.

During his storm through the Zorvan world, he'd kept an eye out, searching for even a trace of someone who resembled a Ravenstein. Or even just a human.

He'd said he wouldn't humor Lucas' wish. He wasn't going there to save anyone. But he hadn't planned on killing them either. Still, he'd looked.

He had scoured every space he tore through, but found nothing. Not a single human.

The truth was that the Zorvans had never held any hostages. Lucas had been manipulated, his family had likely been dead from the start. Just another lie.

When Atticus told Nate… tears had spilled down the boy's cheeks. He'd been training so hard, trying to become strong enough to save them.

And now, they were gone. What was he supposed to do?

Even now, that same lost expression remained frozen on his face.

Atticus turned his gaze away, eyes drifting toward a small garden off to the side.

It was beautiful, enchanting even. Flowers and rare plants bloomed, but that wasn't what caught his attention.

At the center, lying motionless atop a bed made of tightly wrapped vines, was a girl with flowing purple hair.

The vines glowed faintly, pulsing softly as they channeled energy into her in gentle waves.

She looked like a fairy resting on her deathbed.

This had been something the Evolari helped prepare. Evolution was their specialty, and aiding her body's adaptation and healing fell well within their scope.

Atticus stared at her silently, remembering what Ozeroth had told him.