Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 852

Chapter 852 Restoration

Ismara was a Tier 6 spirit, and because of her bond with Seraphina, her established strength had unlocked the power of a paragon. In simple terms, she possessed the might of a paragon.

Seraphina called but Ismara did not listen.

The air grew still.

The spirits roared, their faces filled with hatred. One by one, they surged forward, their ethereal forms blazing with wrath.

The paragons of humanity tensed.

Magnus's gaze snapped to the falling Atticus. His lightning flared, and thunder roared.

Then, the air exploded.

A bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens with a deafening crack, bathing the entire battlefield in electric blue light.

In the wake of the lightning, Magnus appeared, his figure radiating raw power.

In one hand, he held his lightning-forged spear, crackling with volatile energy. In the other, he cradled Atticus's unconscious body, his grip careful but firm.

The air trembled under his presence. His cold, piercing gaze locked onto the charging spirits.

Ismara stopped abruptly, her golden eyes narrowing. The other spirits froze mid-air, their blazing rage flickering like dying flames.

Magnus swept his spear to the side, the motion alone creating a shockwave so powerful it made the ground tremble.

His voice boomed, deep and unrelenting, like thunder rolling across the sky.

"You have five seconds."

Four words. That was all.

But those words carried absolute authority, a warning that left no room for misunderstanding.

The spirits' auras faltered. Ismara's golden eyes trembled.

The meaning behind those words was clear.

Attack, and he will destroy you.

Hesitate, and he will destroy you.

Stay, and he will destroy you.

There was no reasoning with him. There was no bending him.

Boom.

Before anyone could react, three figures descended beside him.

The air grew heavier.

Oberon, Luminos, and Thorne landed with resounding force, their combined auras shaking the ruined battlefield.

Their expressions were cold, their gazes sharp as they faced the spirits.

One by one, the other paragons descended, forming a protective wall around Magnus and Atticus.

No words were exchanged.

Their intentions were clear.

This was a warning.

The tension was suffocating.

Ismara's golden gaze trembled as a figure stepped gently forward, landing in front of the paragons and facing the spirit directly.

"Seraphina," Ismara's voice was cold, her gaze sharp. "Are you choosing to betray the spirits? After everything we've done for you?"

It wasn't just spiritual energy. It was something far greater.

Ismara's blazing form dimmed. She lowered her head, and one by one, every spirit bowed deeply in reverence.

"My king…" Ismara whispered.

Magnus's fists clenched. The oppressive aura was suffocating, an unseen weight pressing down on all of them. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly.

The other paragons glanced at one another with unease. Each of them felt the presence that had arrived with the light. It was as though this being was everywhere and nowhere, watching them from every direction.

And then, the gaze shifted.

The presence focused on Atticus.

The spiritual energy around them thickened, pressing heavily against the air. Slowly, Atticus's unconscious body floated out of Magnus's arms, rising toward the tree.

Magnus's eyes widened. His thunderous aura erupted, lightning crackling violently around him as he forced his body to move.

With a roar, he broke free of the unseen bindings, lunging forward and grabbing Atticus mid-air. Instantly, he pointed the tip of his spear high, a silent warning.

The oppressive gaze lingered. It seemed to study Magnus and Atticus for a long moment, almost as though it were amused.

After a few seconds, the tree glowed brighter.

A wave of spiritual energy exploded outward from its massive trunk, washing over Sector 8. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

The ground trembled, but this time, it wasn't destruction, it was restoration.

The crumbled buildings rebuilt themselves, brick by brick. The shattered roads fused back together. Entire communities that had been reduced to ruins were restored as though they had never been touched by chaos.

Sector 8, once devastated, now stood whole again, vibrant and untouched.

And after a brief, piercing stare at Atticus, the oppressive presence disappeared.