Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 919

Chapter 919 Finally

In the middle of an expansive forest, a brutal scene unfolded.

The metallic stench of blood engulfed the area, so thick it was all those present could smell.

Hundreds of individuals lay sprawled across the forest floor, blood pooling beneath them as they bled from multiple wounds. Large headsets covered their ears, now drenched in crimson.

The forest was eerily quiet, an unsettling contrast to the loud suffering of the wounded.

All around the fallen soldiers, numerous figures stood motionless, their bloodthirsty gazes fixed on them. Their aura radiated an unmistakable coldness, the signature of the Vampyros.

The sound of grinding teeth suddenly pierced the silence, drawing every Vampyros's attention to its source.

One of the wounded soldiers was struggling to stand.

His entire body was drenched in blood, his skin torn and split as though it had burst from the inside out. Despite the overwhelming pain, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, glaring at the Vampyros with pure hatred.

"You fiends," Candence spat, regret surging through him like a tidal wave.

They had rushed into the forest, weapons blazing, determined to support their apex, who was supposedly locked in an intense battle.

But not only had they failed to find Atticus, they'd walked straight into an ambush of Vampyros grandmaster+ ranks.

Candence and the warriors of Fort Echohelm had greatly outnumbered the Vampyros, yet they had still lost the battle, with most of them dead or incapacitated.

'The news was fake,' Candence thought bitterly, trying to convince himself otherwise. But every shred of evidence pointed to the harsh truth.

Atticus hadn't been locked in any deadly confrontation. Aside from the site where Atticus had fought three Vampyros, identified by the scouts who had accompanied them, there were no other signs of battle anywhere in the forest.

The scout lied. Or…

Candence didn't dare finish that thought.

Because if it were true, it meant someone he had trusted with his life had betrayed him.

'But…'

He couldn't deny the facts staring him in the face.

Vyn had been the one to bring in the mystery scout. He had been the one to convince them to send their troops to support Atticus. And he had done something else, something that had struck Candence as utterly strange.

Vyn was the type who would readily volunteer for dangerous missions. In fact, he would insist on going. But this time, he'd chosen to stay behind to "watch over" the fortress.

It had been odd, too odd.

But now, it was too late. They had walked right into the trap and were being watched like ants under the gaze of giants.

'But why aren't we dead?'

This was the thought that gnawed at Candence and the few Resonara still alive. The Vampyros were a bloodthirsty race, infamous for never leaving survivors. Every enemy they faced met the same fate: death.

And yet, here they stood, watching without saying or doing anything.

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Candence hated off.

Gritting his teeth, he struggled to rise, the pain in his battered body screaming at him to stop. After several agonizing seconds, he finally stood, his breath ragged, his legs trembling.

He glared at the Vampyros, his voice low and filled with venom.

"You fiends…"