Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 920

Chapter 920 Foolproof

The forest was engulfed in an oppressive silence. The air buzzed with tension as a pillar of light shot into the heavens, its radiance blinding and all-consuming.

Grand Elder Yorowin's crimson gaze gleamed with anticipation as he fixated on the light. With a slight shift of his focus, Candence and the other Resonara, still immobilized, were suddenly yanked into the air, hovering behind Yorowin like marionettes, unable to move.

Their gazes trembled as they stared at the towering pillar of light, its intensity growing with every passing second.

'Don't tell me…' Candence's thoughts spiraled. His assumptions clawed at his mind, forcing him to confront the possibility. He had been wondering where Atticus had disappeared to. The scouts accompanying him had reported seeing him move deeper into the forest.

But what if… what if the reason they had been spared was because of Atticus?

The light reached its peak, blindingly bright, before beginning to dim. Slowly, it vanished, leaving only the sun above to illuminate the blood-soaked forest.

A wave of emotions rippled through everyone present.

Candence's gaze trembled. 'I was right,' he realized. His assumption had been correct. They had been kept alive because of Atticus.

And that could only mean one thing: the paragon intended to use them as leverage.

The blood shadows shifted, their gazes sharpening as an intense bloodlust seeped from their forms. Sharp fangs sprouted from their mouths as they readied themselves for confrontation. Perched high in the trees and scattered across the forest floor, they surrounded the figure who had emerged from the light.

Among them, only Yorowin's gaze narrowed as he studied the figure.

'He's changed.'

As a natural-born predator, Yorowin could sense even the slightest shifts in his prey. He had glimpsed Atticus briefly before he entered the spire, and the difference now was unmistakable.

'Something happened. I can't sense his energy…'

The figure stood calmly, unshaken, his mere presence halting the world around him.

His white hair had grown longer, faintly glowing as it flowed behind him like something alive. He was taller now, towering at seven feet, his muscular frame compact yet radiating an overwhelming sense of restrained power, like a storm biding its time before unleashing its fury.

The air around him was eerily peaceful. Despite the oppressive aura of his presence, there was no energy radiating from him, not a single trace.

The air around him was eerily peaceful. Despite the oppressive aura of his presence, there was no energy radiating from him, not a single trace.

His mismatched eyes, one glowing faintly with an icy blue hue and the other a menacing, deep purple, scanned the blood shadows with calm indifference before locking onto Yorowin, who hovered high above.

Yorowin hesitated, suppressing the unease rising in his chest. He had made a miscalculation earlier by underestimating the situation, but now things were different. Now, he was here.

Whatever had changed, this 17-year-old boy could not match a paragon, especially one from a superior race.

"Apex Atticus Ravenstein,"

Yorowin addressed him, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. His voice was calm, carrying an air of dominance that seemed to permeate the entire forest.

Seconds passed, and there was no response, only silence.

Yorowin tilted his head slightly, one eyebrow raised. Instead of annoyance, he felt amused by the blatant disregard.

To him, Atticus's silence didn't matter. What mattered was achieving his goal.

Clasping his hands tighter behind his back, Yorowin continued, his voice steady and cold.