Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1267

Chapter 1267: Illusion

Atticus gazed at the blue dome that had covered most parts of the wasteland with narrowed eyes.

’A trap?’ he wondered. They’d been shooting through the wasteland for a while now, why was it only happening now?

And besides, they weren’t even flying close to the ground. How the hell had anyone sprung a trap?

Atticus glanced at the others. Ozeroth had also narrowed his eyes, while the others had frowns on their faces as they stared at the dome.

Regardless, they didn’t stop. Doing that seemed stupid. If this was a trap, then they had every intention of blasting right through it.

But barely a second passed before Atticus felt a heavy force slam into his mind.

’What—?’

His vision went blurry for a moment, then his will roared. In his mindscape, it looked like a bonfire being doused with fuel.

The invading force vanished as quickly as it had come, and his vision cleared.

’A mind attack.’

Atticus shot his gaze back to the others. Ozeroth had squinted, his expression twisted. It looked like he was fighting an internal battle, but Atticus could tell he was going to be okay. Ozeroth wasn’t the one he was worried about.

He tore his gaze away and focused on the others, then came to an abrupt stop.

Magnus, Aric, and Zenon had all stopped moving. They hovered in the air, wings flapping slowly, gazes lost as though they’d entered another world entirely.

’They couldn’t fight it,’ Atticus realized. Though their wills were restricted, it was only to the point that they couldn’t use them offensively.

He and Ozeroth still had their depth, still had their boundlessness. They had just been attacked in the mind. Atticus had fought it off. So had Ozeroth.

But Aric, Magnus, and Zenon, though they had hardened wills from countless life and death experiences, hadn’t been able to resist.

’What are they seeing?’ he wondered.

Their eyes were lost, darting all over the wasteland, constricting at every second. It looked like some kind of army was marching toward them.

Atticus glanced around, but there was nothing.

’An illusion.’ He realized quickly. Only an illusion could make someone see what wasn’t there.

He focused on the mana in the air. If he could read and copy the mana signature of the world, he could negate the mana fueling it. No illusion or technique could persist without a source.

But not even a second passed before a frown appeared on his face.

’It’s rapidly changing...’ he thought, mind already spinning. Just like with the Empress, something, or someone, was rapidly altering the mana signature around them.

’Around the dome.’

The realization made his mind run cold.

’They knew.’

This wasn’t the kind of power just anyone could have. Copying and modifying a world’s mana signature wasn’t something people at their level should be capable of.

That was common knowledge. But whoever did this had taken deliberate precautions.

Against him.

Atticus’ gaze turned cold.

’Quiet Flame didn’t say anything...’

They hadn’t just known about their arrival. From how specific this trap was, it was clear they also knew what he could do, what he was capable of.

Which begged the question, had Quiet Flame told Eldoralth what the opposing team was capable of?

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