Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647 Together

"Erion!" Lucy shouted, rushing to his side to help him up from the floor.

However, Erion forced himself to stand, slapping her hand away. Blood dripped from the wound on his arm where Atticus had stabbed him, radiating intense pain.

Focusing, Erion channeled mana into his arm, which began to glow with a blue light as the wound healed at a rapid pace.

Erion possessed one of the most unique bloodlines in the human domain: Mana Control. Though it sounded simple, its implications were profound.

It wasn't just Aerokinesis—using one's will to control the mana in the atmosphere—but actual, direct control of mana.

While most individuals could control the mana within their bodies to a certain degree, Erion could manipulate it to an extraordinary extent, using it for a myriad of purposes, including manipulating the mana in the air.

Clenching his now-healed fist, Erion's body radiated a blue glow, brimming with intense power. He had just absorbed a significant amount of mana from his earlier spar, leaving him stronger than before.

"Erion…" Lucy's voice cut through his thoughts, her gothic appearance adding to the intensity of the situation. She didn't need to finish her sentence; her eyes said it all. She was asking what their next move should be.

The rest of the crew quickly gathered around Erion, awaiting his instructions.

Kellack grunted as he touched the deformed side of his face, feeling the broken bones and torn flesh. With a scowl, he pulled a small vial from his space ring and downed the healing potion in one swift motion.

The effects were immediate—his face began to heal at a visible pace, the skin and bone knitting back together until he looked as if he had never been injured.

The imposing woman and the bestial man both wore expressions twisted with rage, their muscles tense with the desire to tear Atticus apart, piece by piece. But they held themselves in check, waiting for Erion's command.

Erion's expression remained calm and calculating. He shifted his gaze from his crew to the red streak slicing through the hall, leaving a trail of dead bodies in its wake.

His eyes hardened, and his aura flared, causing the air around him to grow cold. For the first time in his life, Erion felt truly threatened. And it was by someone of a lower rank!

Erion had always been a calm person, but he was proud to the core. He didn't care much about worshiping the Zorvans or any of that nonsense. In fact, he despised the way the tiered families ruled. He had joined the Obsidian Order to change things for the better.

His bloodline had always made him superior to those of the same rank, giving him an edge in every battle. But this was different. This was the first time he had faced something so absurd, so terrifyingly powerful, and unexplainable.

"Form up. We're fighting together," Erion ordered, his voice cold and determined.

His crew moved immediately, falling into formation around him.

Kellack, the katana wielder with a bloodline that allowed him to release explosions from any part of his body, took the front, his deadened eyes locked on Atticus with intensity.

The bestial man, now fully transformed into a hulking creature with limbs as large as hammers, positioned himself to Kellack's right, the ground straining under his weight.

The imposing woman, her muscles bulging and brimming with power, stood to Kellack's left, her strength growing with every passing second as her emotions surged. Her bloodline enabled her to become more powerful depending on the intensity of her emotions. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}