Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1223

Chapter 1223: Bravado

’I guess we now know how.’

Atticus reached out mentally to the only one he knew was far too proud to admit his current fear.

His proud voice came almost immediately. ’How what, bond?’

’How Whisker has survived this long despite his playful and nonchalant attitude.’

Ozeroth scoffed. ’It’s all simply bravado. He’s trembling on the inside like a little girl.’

’You’re one to talk.’

’What’s that supposed to mean?’

’I’m your bond, Ozeroth. I can feel your fear.’

’How can you feel something that does not exist?’ he shot back instantly.

Atticus didn’t argue. Everyone had their way of dealing with fear.

Whisker’s was a sudden mood change. Magnus sank into his own world.

Ozeroth’s method was denial, he was far too proud to admit otherwise.

’I’m not different.’

The quiet of the walk had given Atticus time to reflect. He realized his own retreat, conversations. To keep the mind busy. Keep it from drifting toward the storm ahead.

To Atticus, fear was simply discomfort, a warning bell. It didn’t cripple him nor stop his actions. It sharpened him. Made him more cautious.

And right now, he was deeply uncomfortable.

’I don’t like this,’ he repeated for the umpteenth time as they finally reached the end of the path.

"What now?" Whisker asked from behind.

They stood before a veil of blue, the vastness of the blue star sprawling endlessly in front of them. They couldn’t even see its end. If not for their powerful sight, their eyes would’ve been burned out by the light.

Atticus shrugged at whisker’s question. Even he wasn’t sure. He glanced at the other pathways and noticed that the people walking within hadn’t stopped, they simply kept moving.

"We pass through?"

He stepped forward, and the blue light swallowed him whole.

Whisker and Magnus exchanged a glance.

"We haven’t had the chance to officially meet. I’m Whisker," he said with a smile, offering a handshake.

Magnus met his gaze for a moment, then shook his hand. "Magnus."

They let go a second later, both exhaling deeply, then stepped through the veil.

...

A figure in a cloak of darkness made his way through the blue halls at the core of Torrevenos.

With a hole the size of a fist in his chest and a walking stick to act as support, Quiet Flame took his time.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had been on Torrevenos. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been on any star.

The Virelenna had always been held on Aelrion, and he never had cause to leave. But that was a long time ago, back when he stood at the top of all. But now...

Quiet Flame reached for the hole in his chest. His deepest trauma. The reason his being had radiated sadness for centuries.

He remembered that day like it was yesterday. It was fresh. The overwhelming power. The disdain. The two pairs of eyes that had gazed at him like he was worth nothing.