Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1614

Chapter 1614: Elegance

"I-it’s him..."

Orvain stared at the figure slowly approaching him with wide eyes. There was no mistaking that face. It was Atticus Ravenstein, the one his father had made a top priority to find and kill during the resource war.

’But...’

As Orvain met his detached ocean blue eyes, he didn’t even notice when his body began to tremble.

’W-what is this... fear?’

Orvain couldn’t understand why he felt this way. Atticus stood a distance away and hadn’t released his aura or killing intent, yet somehow Orvain couldn’t move an inch.

’Wasn’t he just some bumpkin?’

His father had spoken of Atticus with disdain, saying he was weak and nothing worth worrying about. But this... this felt completely different.

Orvain had always known he had no real talent for fighting. If not for his father’s backing, he would never have reached his current standing.

But if there was one instinct that had never failed him, it was his ability to sense when someone was far beyond his league.

’I have to escape.’

Orvain swallowed and took a step back, only to pause as he remembered the two bald men standing behind him.

’That’s right!’

His eyes widened.

His father had assigned the Twin Pyres to him for this exact reason. Powerful or not, the Twin Pyres were legends. There was no way Atticus could possibly stand against them.

With that thought, confidence surged back into his veins.

"Atticus Ravenstein."

Orvain straightened his back, forcing a smug smile onto his face.

"We, the Redflames, have searched far and wide for you. How considerate of you to deliver yourself to us. Now you will answer for your crimes against the great Redflame. I am Orvain Virex—"

He lifted his chin.

"—and I am your executioner."

"You’re in the way."

"You weakling."

The bald twins brushed past him without so much as a glance and stepped forward.

"Huh?"

Orvain’s brows twitched at the blatant disrespect, but before he could protest, a crushing pressure seeped from the twins.

He swallowed and slowly lowered his raised hand.

"Atticus Ravenstein."

The twins regarded Atticus with open contempt.

"You’re tall."

"And admittedly handsome."

"But you are not fit to be spoken of in the same breath as us."

They spoke one after the other, voices overlapping seamlessly, as though sharing a single mind.

The pressure they released distorted the air. Trees in the distance trembled under its weight. Yet the man before them remained calm and unbothered.

The twins’ expressions hardened.

"We watched you during the Ascension Games."

"You were strong."

"Yes."

"But your use of the katana..."

"...was repulsive."

Their hands slid over the hilts of their blades with reverence, as one might caress a sacred relic.

"People dared to praise your technique."

"To compare you to us."

"How insulting."

"You swing it crudely."

"Only to kill."

"No refinement."

"No artistry."

"You disgrace the blade."

Their will flared violently, scorching the earth and blackening the trees around them.

In perfect unison, the twins drew their katanas and lowered into mirrored stances, veins pulsing along their bald heads as their sharp eyes locked onto Atticus.

"We will show you."

"What true elegance looks like."

""Ultimate Form: Scarlet Severance.""

The air shuddered.

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