Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1268

Chapter 1268: Caldera

"We were about to attack you?" Zenon asked, realization dawning. One glance at the cold, clenched faces of Magnus and Aric confirmed they had come to the same conclusion.

Atticus gave a small nod.

Their expressions darkened. Magnus and Aric clenched their fists, while Zenon sucked in a sharp breath.

Atticus could see the turmoil in their eyes. He understood. None of them expected to become a burden, not here, not now.

But there was no time for reflection.

"They planned it this way," Atticus said, gaze steady. "The will restriction was so I wouldn’t be able to shield you. And they’re changing the mana signature constantly, so negation wouldn’t work. They were expecting us."

The words hit hard. Magnus, Aric, and Zenon pushed aside their frustration the moment they heard them.

"Then how did you free us from the illusion?" Zenon asked, glancing around at the dome still surrounding them.

Atticus gave a quick explanation. It had been simple, at least on the surface, but in truth, it had taken focus, ingenuity, and a tremendous amount of control. By the time he was done, Zenon sucked in another cold breath.

Atticus had created a dome of mana around them, then rapidly altered the mana signature of its outer barrier so the sigil wouldn’t be able to recognize and manipulate it.

The mana inside the dome remained stationary and neutral. That same mana had then been used to produce a wave of negation that canceled the illusion’s effects.

"Eldoralth?" Magnus asked after a moment, his tone serious.

"I don’t think Eldoralth was warned," Atticus replied. "Quiet Flame would’ve said something. But that’s not the issue right now. The point is, we need to reach the core as fast as possible. We don’t know what’s happening there."

The moment he finished, he was met with serious nods.

Atticus turned toward the horizon, and without another word, they all shot forward in unison, tearing through the wasteland like comets.

Despite their incredible speed, Atticus’ focus didn’t waver. The mana dome still enclosed them, and he continued shifting its outer signature constantly, keeping the sigil’s influence at bay.

’We’re nearing the water.’

The massive body of water he had seen earlier was growing larger by the second, they were almost out of the wasteland.

Atticus glanced at the others. They met his gaze and instantly understood. A new area awaited. New threats.

And worse, unknown ones.

They surged ahead, gazes hardened, guards raised to their peak.

"Stop."

The group halted abruptly at Atticus’ word, the sudden stop sending a powerful gust blasting outward.

They each turned toward a different direction, eyes narrowed, scanning for any signs of movement.

But a second passed. Nothing.

Then, Magnus, Aric, and Zenon turned to their front, and froze.

Atticus and Ozeroth’s expressions had gone cold. Their golden eyes were fixed ahead, gazes sharp, locked on something in the distance.

From the confused looks on the others’ faces, it was clear, they couldn’t see what Atticus and Ozeroth were seeing.

But the aura, the sheer stillness and weight of the killing intent rolling off the two said everything.

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