Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908 Crimson

Gravity wasn't the only challenge.

As Atticus climbed, his body grew heavier with each ascent. The green sea had stopped rising, but Atticus had never planned to stop in the first place.

However, as he moved, another obstacle reared its head: the wind.

It whipped around him with ferocity, howling like a storm unleashed, threatening to tear him from the mountainside.

Atticus's grip tightened. Now, he couldn't ascend without keeping at least one hand firmly attached to the mountain, or the wind would sweep him away.

A river of sweat drenched his body, mingling with blood from small tears in his skin. His muscles screamed in protest, and every movement pushed him closer to his limits.

But Atticus gritted his teeth and pressed on. His piercing blue eyes burned with intensity. There was no hesitation, no room for second guessing.

Hours bled together as he climbed, his resolve unwavering. Eventually, he reached the storm cloud shrouding the mountain's peak.

His gaze sharpened as he took it in.

The wind outside had been unbearable, but Atticus could only imagine the chaos waiting for him inside.

With a deep breath, he resumed his ascent.

As Atticus entered the storm cloud, the world around him vanished.

The wind lashed at him from every direction, sharp as blades, howling like a feral beast.

Dense fog engulfed him, blinding his vision. Gravity pressed down harder, making each movement a battle.

His arms were numb now, throbbing with each desperate grip. His fingers dug into the mountain as small tears across his skin seeped blood into the storm.

It was hell.

But Atticus's mind roared louder than the storm, urging his battered body to keep moving.

Then his instincts screamed.

He froze, his grip tightening. His gaze snapped upward just in time to see it, a massive wind blade, an arc of razor-sharp air, slicing down toward him.

"Shit," he muttered, eyes wide.

He lunged to the side instantly, gripping another section of the mountain. The wind blade narrowly missed, carving a deep gash into the rock.

But it wasn't over.

The blade twisted mid-air, curving back toward him with terrifying speed.

Atticus moved again, leaping to another spot, narrowly avoiding it. The relentless gravity dragged him lower with each jump.

And then, more came.

Dozens of wind blades honed in on him, slicing through the air as if they had minds of their own.

Atticus's breathing turned ragged, his body trembling under the strain. Sweat poured off him, mixing with the blood on his scraped hands.

He was descending, lower and lower, as he dodged the relentless blades.

He glanced down, his gaze narrowing as he saw the green sea rising again, sizzling and hissing like a predator waiting to devour him.

'I can't keep this up,' he thought coldly. Every inch of his body was screaming. His muscles felt like they were on fire, his arms on the verge of giving out.

The wind blades showed no mercy, their arcs slicing through the storm with deadly precision. One wrong move, and they would cut him to pieces.

Atticus's gaze darkened, then firmed.

He had no choice.

The spirit, watching silently, gazed at him with an impassive expression. But only the spirit knew the weight of the thoughts running through his head.

'I have no choice,' the spirit thought.

Atticus piercing blue eyes burned brighter with resolve.

If he continued like this, it would only end in his death. His body was breaking, and the storm showed no sign of relenting.

In the next instant, his mana churned violently.

"Let's hope the peak is past this storm," he muttered under his breath.

And then, he acted.

The air around him crackled as a storm of swirling mana formed beneath his feet and above his head, spinning like a living drill.

The mana beneath him compressed, tighter and tighter, until it was no larger than a fist.

Atticus's gaze sharpened. He released his hold.

The compressed mana exploded.

Atticus breathed in and out, steadying his nerves. Though his body screamed in agony, his senses remained sharp, alert. He doubted he could fend off another attack, but he refused to lower his guard. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}