Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 923

Chapter 923 Greater

"You're dead."

Yorowin's icy voice tore through the still forest, venom dripping from every syllable. The world seemed to hold its breath, trembling under the weight of his fury.

Then it began.

Blood seeped from every pore of Yorowin's body, streaming out like rivers converging on him. It coiled and twisted, molding itself around him until it solidified into grotesque, menacing armor.

Thick, impenetrable, and pulsing with life, the armor radiated a bloodlust so suffocating it seemed to choke the very air.

Only Yorowin's glowing crimson eyes remained visible, cutting through the haze like twin daggers aimed directly at Atticus.

His voice, low and menacing, carried two words:

"Blood Veil."

The forest responded instantly.

A cold wave rippled outward, the ground trembling beneath its force.

A crimson light erupted, washing over everything in its path. Every living creature in the forest froze in place, their bodies trembling under the crushing presence of Yorowin's power.

The blood shadows, who had already been struggling to endure the oppressive atmosphere, suddenly stilled. Their expressions shifted, reverence and devotion replacing their initial fear and pain.

They knew what was coming.

And they didn't resist.

They embraced it.

"For the Grand Elder…" they whispered in unison, their voices filled with an eerie, haunting reverence.

And then, they burst.

Not into blood. Not into flesh and gore.

They dissolved into unrestrained crimson mist.

One by one, every creature unraveled, their forms spiraling into a haze that coiled and gathered around Yorowin.

The mist grew denser, thicker, until the forest was engulfed in an impenetrable crimson fog, alive and pulsating with power, a manifestation of death itself.

The air was so thick with it that visibility was reduced to nothing, the forest transformed into an endless sea of blood colored haze.

From within the mist, two massive scythes formed.

They extended seamlessly from Yorowin's armor, their edges gleaming with a deadly light that promised annihilation.

Yorowin's piercing gaze locked onto Atticus's calm, icy stare. For a moment, the world stopped.

The crimson haze was the complete bane of life. Breathing it in was akin to inhaling tiny, ticking time bombs.

The Vampyros race had dominion over blood. They could control their own, or that of their opponents. As a paragon, Yorowin embodied the pinnacle of this power.

The crimson haze wasn't just a fog, it was Yorowin's battlefield. Each particle of blood hanging in the air was under his command, ready to crush, suffocate, or destroy.

And yet…

Despite the suffocating haze, despite the countless deadly droplets surrounding him, Atticus began to descend.

Calmly.

He entered the haze without hesitation, his feet touching the forest floor.

Atticus did nothing.

No barrier. No shield. No visible protection of any kind.

He simply stood there, his katana already sheathed, radiating an aura of calm so profound, so unshakable, that Yorowin couldn't help but shudder.

Atticus inhaled.

The tiny droplets of blood entered his body, and vanished.