Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 749

Chapter 749 Miscalculated

In Eldoralth, dragons stood as the strongest of the mid races. One of their strongest warriors alone was enough to cause catastrophic damage during battle.

They were feared for many reasons, and it wasn't only their unparalleled physical strength.

Their scales were harder than any metal, and their claws could tear through armor like paper.

But what truly set them apart was their profound compatibility with mana, almost rivaling even the Aeonians in this regard.

A dragon could channel mana with such ease that controlling elements like fire, earth, and lightning came naturally to them, as if the world itself bent to their will.

Their control was so absolute that a dragon's breath could turn a landscape to ash, split mountains, or summon storms fierce enough to sink fleets.

Dragons were ancient, living far longer than humans, though their extremely low birth rate balanced this.

Because of this, they possessed a certain wisdom acquired from the many experiences in their long lives. Their keen intelligence made them formidable warriors on the battlefield.

The Dragon's Roar.

This was one of a dragon's most primal abilities. It wasn't just a normal sound; when a dragon unleashed its roar, it was the manifestation of its will.

The very atmosphere would resonate with the sheer force of their presence. To be within the roar's radius was to feel the weight of an ancient, primal fear—a fear that struck deep into the heart, awakening instincts that reminded every living being that they were prey, and the dragon was the predator.

In battle, the roar could shatter the resolve of entire armies, sending them fleeing in blind panic.

A Dragon's Roar was the full, undeniable declaration of a creature that had never known defeat, a creature that ruled with sheer dominance.

It was a reminder to all who heard it that dragons, in every sense, were the true predators.

Among the dragon race, there was not a single one who didn't know this fact—not even the children.

Draktharion's roar had always been the embodiment of that truth, a call to power that shook the very core of those who heard it.

But just a second after Draktharion roared, the pride of every member of the dragon race crumbled into dust. The eyes of every dragon watching bulged from their sockets.

This couldn't be real. They had to be dreaming.

What they were witnessing was nothing short of absurd.

A dragon's roar—one that could make an entire army bend its knees—had just been unleashed.

The air shook, the ground split open, and mana in the atmosphere vibrated violently, chaotic and unruly, as if the world's very energy bowed to the dragon's authority.

And yet… the only human at the center of it all remained unaffected.

Atticus's piercing blue eyes glowed with an intense crimson light, his will surging forth like an unstoppable force.

The amplified roar of a dragon, something that should have crushed any ordinary mortal, wasn't enough to make him even flinch.

He moved forward, unbothered, his pace unbroken. Tendrils of lightning crackled across his form, the energy swirling and growing in power.

The lightning at the tip of his outstretched arm intensified, thickening with a ferocious brightness that lit up the battlefield.