Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground-Chapter 1167: The Prologue

Atticus could feel it, massive amounts of it gathering rapidly.

'It's… a lot.'

Atticus clenched his fist.

Noctis had said Ozeroth was rushing to check it out, but Ozeroth hadn't arrived yet.

Which meant… someone else was there.

'The Spirit King.'

Aside from him and Ozeroth, no one else on Eldoralth had access to that level of spiritual energy.

'Should I go?'

If it was truly the Spirit King, then it was a matter of the highest priority. However…

'He needs me.'

Before the Aegis Shield had fallen, he and Whisker had come up with a plan to end everything, once and for all.

'He's currently fighting him…'

If they wanted even the slightest chance of victory, Atticus had to help Whisker immediately.

'If Whisker falls, it's over.'

If the Zorvan god won, and found out Atticus had killed the twins, he would come for Eldoralth.

Atticus couldn't allow that.

'I can't let Whisker die.'

He tore his gaze away from the Human Domain and turned back to the horizon.

'Be safe, Ozeroth. I'll be back soon.'

He just hoped Ozeroth would be able to hold his own long enough.

With that, Atticus's gaze sharpened, and he vanished from the ruined, scorched landscape.

…

On Eldoralth, the Zorvans hadn't deemed it necessary to split their territories.

In times of war, especially when there was something that needed to be protected at all costs, they considered it inefficient.

Instead, they combined everything they had into one massive, sprawling camp, as large as multiple domains put together.

Around it stood a thick, translucent blue wall. And enveloping the entire camp was a massive dome of the same glowing blue.

Numerous outposts lined the perimeter, each gleaming with mounted artillery and towering nozzles that screamed destruction.

Above the camp, fleets of warships hovered in swarms, with more rising from below to join their formation.

It was obvious, they were preparing to join the war against the Alliance.

Deep within the camp, as the reinforcements assembled, a towering figure stood silently in a control room, listening to the reports being fed to him.

He bore every distinct feature of a Zorvan, but he was larger, much larger, even than the colonels. His aura pressed down on the room like a mountain.

A Zorvan General.

There were only five Zorvan Generals in total, the four Kings… and the one who now stood here.

Unlike the others, this Zorvan had no specific specialty.

He became a General by mastering various disciplines and combining them into a terrifyingly efficient combat force. Because of his unmatched battle capabilities, he had been placed in charge of the Zorvan army in Eldoralth.

Multiple transmissions buzzed from the communication lines. But as they came through, one after another, the voices kept cutting in and out. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"We're being overrun! The Kings are down! This white beast—!"

"Switch."

"The second quadrant has been destroyed! Can anyone see this beast—?!"

"Switch."

"It's too powerful! We'll be annihilated at this rate! Where are the reinforcements—"

"Turn it off."

A sharp click followed as the operator obeyed. Silence returned.

The General's frown deepened.

The Zorvan Kings… were dead.

'How?'

He was stunned. While he surpassed them in some ways, the Kings were far from weak.

Just who in the Alliance could have brought them down?

'Could it be him?'

Atticus Ravenstein.

His name, and his feats, had long spread through the Zorvan ranks.

But still… the twins of Bloom and Blight had gone there personally. And yet they were still losing?

'What is happening?'

He turned toward one of the colonels.

"How long until the reinforcements are ready?"

"Five minutes," the colonel replied quickly.

"But this is all we have, General. There are no more reinforcements."

"That's fine."

The General straightened.

"I'll be going personally."

The colonels exchanged glances. If the General was heading into battle, then something was about to shift.

But just as the colonels prepared to move, a sharp red alarm blared throughout the control room. Red lights flashed everywhere.

"What is happening?!"

BOOM!

The General's shout was drowned by the sound of massive explosions ripping through the camp. The entire structure shook.

Eyes wide, the officers unleashed their auras and tore through the walls, racing outside.

And what they saw made their hearts tremble.

A streak of dark crimson tore across the sky, slicing through fleets of warships as if they were paper.

Explosions rocked the entire base, raining flaming debris across the dome like falling stars.

The General's trembling eyes darted around.

The outposts scattered along the perimeter… decimated.

'Who…?'

His gaze rose, fixing on the lone figure floating high above. Burning warships plummeted behind him like dying stars.

'It's him.'

The General's breath froze. The same one he had just been suspecting. The human child.

Atticus Ravenstein.

In the next second, Atticus raised his arm.

A dull brown glow radiated from his palm, then shot down in a beam toward the dome.

The moment it touched the barrier, the energy spread across it, swallowing it whole.

Before anyone could react, the great Zorvan dome, crafted by their finest minds, one even the General would struggle to shatter… vanished.

Negated.

Even as the colonels burst into their full power and shot toward the figure in the sky, the General stood completely frozen.

The sound of air ripping filled the space, an uncountable number of slashes ignited in the air and rained down on the camp like a storm of blades.

Carnage fell like hail.

Buildings. Outposts. Warriors. Nothing was spared.

Even those simply heading to relieve themselves were caught in the massacre.

Explosions erupted across the entire zone, ripping through the Zorvan stronghold, and in the center of it all, the Zorvan General stood unmoving, trying to comprehend what he was seeing.

His gaze focused on the figure responsible for it all.

He hovered above the ruin, his hair as white as freshly fallen snow.

He was clad in a gleaming exosuit, wrapped tightly around him like a second skin.

In his grasp was a katana that shimmered in the sunlight, wreathed in dark crimson.

And around him… the very elements bent in reverence.

He looked down at the General as if gazing upon an insect.