Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1032

Draktharion’s gaze sharpened, but then narrowed.

’Fire again?’

He was a dragon.

Only Atticus’s fire had ever managed to hurt him.

This hellfire… didn’t wound him.

But its effects were different. Draktharion felt it instantly.

His stamina plummeted. His will wavered. _{freёweɓnovel.com}

Something clawed at his mind. A strange weight.

Viktor’s hellfire was more than just fire, it attacked his stamina and will. He felt his will to fight dwindle.

Draktharion’s expression darkened.

His chest expanded. Crimson veins pulsed across his body.

Smoke curled from his mouth.

And then;

ROAAAAARRRR!!!

A colossal torrent of dragonfire exploded from his maw, roaring toward Viktor like a tidal wave of molten death.

Viktor’s eyes widened.

He crossed his arms in front of him and was engulfed.

BOOM!

The forest shattered. Trees disintegrated. The earth split.

Viktor was sent hurtling backward, crashing through trees, skidding across dirt.

Smoke and ash billowed high into the air.

But then…

As the dust cleared, he rose.

Scorched. Blackened. But standing.

Steam rose from his skin. Smoke rolled from his shoulders.

He reached up and ripped off the remnants of his burnt uniform, revealing his chiseled obsidian toned muscles, hardened.

His crimson eyes gleamed with fury, no longer seeming sane.

His voice rumbled:

"Demonic Will."

His form transformed. His muscles hardened further, bulging. His eyes burned with primal madness.

His presence became feral. Unhinged. A berserker of war.

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He roared.

They both moved again.

And the forest exploded.

…

The skies were dark.

Thunder rumbled endlessly overhead.

Raindrops fell in a relentless cascade, cold, heavy, eternal.

The world was a barren expanse of cracked earth. No trees. No structures. No life. Just an empty land swallowed by gloom.

Then, roars shattered the silence.

A wave of warriors surged from the far horizon, thundering toward a lone figure standing at the center of it all.

They poured from every direction, armor clanking, weapons gleaming, eyes burning with bloodlust.

But the one they charged toward… stood utterly still.

Unmoving. Unshaken. Eyes cold enough to freeze suns.

Atticus Ravenstein.

His gaze was fixed upward toward the thunderous skies, a storm waging behind his expression.

’Ozeroth.’ His voice echoed sharply within.

"I know," came the spirit’s reply, calm but grim. "But it’s futile. Only an external force can free us now."

Atticus’s fists clenched. His knuckles cracked violently.

He didn’t need to guess.

He knew.

He knew who was responsible.

Somehow, impossibly, Atticus could see everything beyond the orb. Everything that had happened.

Kael’s unrelenting bravery.

Zoey’s desperation.

Aurora’s near deaths.

He had watched it all.

Every.

Single.