Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 921

Chapter 921 Audacity

(Author's Note: I plan to make this battle historical. It should be my best yet. I hope you'll all bear with me. Thank you for reading! :).

Best regards; RealmWeaver. )

Silence.

An intense, deafening silence gripped the forest as Atticus's words echoed through the air.

Atticus hadn't said anything new. In fact, except for a few word changes, he had essentially repeated the exact same threat Grand Elder Yorowin had uttered mere moments ago.

But to everyone present, the content of the words wasn't what sent a wave of disbelief through their ranks.

No.

It was the audacity.

The arrogance.

The sheer, unshakable denial radiating from the 17 year old boy.

None of them could fathom how overwhelming those qualities must be for someone so young to hurl such words at Yorowin.

A Grand Elder of the Vampyros race.

The Vampyros had many paragons, but they could be divided into two categories: the strong and the truly strong.

There was no such thing as a weak paragon. Ascending to the paragon rank was a monumental achievement, granting unimaginable power and strength to said individual.

The strong paragons of the Vampyros race were typically newly ascended. They had mastered their abilities to extraordinary levels, enough to reach the paragon rank, but they were far from the peak of their potential. They were still learning, still discovering the full extent of their powers.

But the truly strong paragons were different. These were paragons who had existed in their rank for over a century. They had fought countless battles, accumulated vast experience, and discovered ways to wield their abilities with world ending efficiency.

There were only nine such paragons in the Vampyros race, excluding the Blood Queen herself.

These paragons were the stuff of legends. Their importance to the Vampyros and the alliance was immeasurable. They were beings so powerful and feared that their standing was akin to kings and queens of Eldoralth.

Grand Elder Yorowin was one of these paragons.

He was a king.

And for the majority of his long life, he had been treated as such.

The humans trapped by Yorowin's powers knew this all too well.

The blood shadows surrounding Atticus once more knew it as well.

Every single person in the Vampyros race, the human domain, and across all of Eldoralth knew it.

Which was why those who had heard Atticus's words couldn't comprehend them.

The sheer magnitude of his audacity…

It wasn't just planetary, it eclipsed the stars themselves. It was the kind of arrogance that could challenge the heavens, the kind of confidence that could crush nations beneath its weight.

The humans, held motionless by Yorowin's power high in the air, couldn't fathom it.

The blood shadows, circling Atticus like a pack of ravenous wolves, couldn't fathom it.

The Vampyros race, with all their pride and power, wouldn't fathom it.

Even Eldoralth itself, a world bathed in blood and war since its inception, seemed too small to contain the enormity of what this 17 year old had just declared.

In the entire forest, there was only silence.