Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 911

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In a darkened space, an extraordinary scene unfolded.

The obsidian floor stretched infinitely, smooth as glass, shimmering faintly under a sky scattered with countless stars.

Each star burned brightly, their light cascading down like shards of silver, reflecting off the mirrored surface below. The expanse blurred the line between heaven and earth, creating an otherworldly realm of endless depth.

At the center of this timeless void stood two figures, locked in a moment of violent perfection.

The first, a feral being mid-swing, his right arm frozen in motion. Claws ripped through the still air, reaching toward his opponent. His expression was twisted with a predatory glint, eyes burning with a primal, deadly gleam.

Opposite him stood Atticus, his eyes closed, his body perfectly still. Though his aura radiated an unnatural peace, only he knew the fierce battle raging within.

The world held its breath.

Utter silence consumed the space, no sound, no flicker of movement, just the serene reflection of stars above and below.

Yet, within this stillness, the feral figure's crimson eyes remained awake, fixed on Atticus with an intensity that seemed capable of piercing steel.

'What is this?'

The figure's thoughts raced, his mind clouded with something unfamiliar: confusion.

His consciousness was active, his awareness sharp, but his body was immobilized. Time had been frozen.

'How…?'

To this being, the situation was inconceivable. Time-stopping abilities of this magnitude were unheard of outside the intervention of powerful entities from a mid-world or higher.

And yet, here he was, frozen by a mere child.

It wasn't because to his suppressed power. He could feel it, no matter what he tried, he couldn't move. _{freёwebnovel.com}

As the figure's gaze darted across the void, his mind sped with disbelief. Then, he saw it.

The gleaming katana in Atticus's hand.

It reflected silver, catching the star's light, but then began radiating an intense blue glow.

His crimson eyes widened.

'A life weapon.'

The realization struck him like a bolt. Even as a being of great power, differentiating a life weapon from an ordinary blade was nearly impossible without being told. But in this moment, everything pointed to it.

The feral figure's thoughts spiraled. He had seen Atticus's prowess firsthand but never imagined him wielding a life weapon.

How did it get to Eldoralth?

The implications were staggering. A kin of the fallen star wielding a life weapon? There could only be devastation.

Before he could process the ramifications, a ripple in the stillness caught his attention.

Atticus's body began to tremble.

At first, it was subtle, a slight disturbance in the void.

Then, his eyes snapped open.

An overwhelming, radiant blue light swirled within his gaze, illuminating the dark expanse with an intensity that consumed everything in its path.

Blinding azure light met feral crimson.

In that instant, nothing else existed.

Atticus held the figure's gaze, his body rigid, his mind spinning. His senses struggled to adjust, grappling with the chaotic, surreal reality. Moments ago, he had stood atop the mountain's peak, claiming vengeance against his guide. Now, he was here.

The Eldest Veil.

This darkened world carried an eerie stillness, pressing down on everything like a suffocating weight.

The calm quelled the storm raging within him, forcing his mind into clarity.