Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground-Chapter 1158: Generals

It was weird.

A chuckle? Amidst this chaos? Only a truly mad man should be capable of such actions.

Yet, as Lysara and Kaelith stared at the deranged smile on Atticus' face, one that had somehow widened even further, they couldn't help but believe it. He was truly a madman.

Suddenly, Atticus' crimson armor flared, surging down his arm like a torrent of power.

Lysara's eyes barely had time to widen before it reached his blade… and detonated.

Her scream tore out as her arm was blasted off, along with a large chunk of her chest.

Atticus' chuckles rang free, wild and unrestrained. He vanished to the side, Kaelith's blade hitting nothing but empty air. With his katana now free, he brought it down toward Kaelith with devastating force.

Kaelith's eyes widened. The same question that had plagued him since the start surged again.

'What the hell is this child?'

They had planned to wear him down, to make him overuse his Will, but now, with the display just now, with that damn laughter that refused to leave their ears, it was clear. ƒreewebɳovel.com

He wasn't fighting them.

He was toying with them.

And as Kaelith's disbelieving eyes locked onto the blade about to split him in two, one thought thundered through his mind:

'Are we going to fall here? To someone from a lower world…?'

If anyone in the midplanes ever found out that the scions of the Nature World had lost to a child from a lower realm, their name would be dragged through the mud. Their father would not take it lightly. And if that man was unhappy… heads would roll.

But none of that mattered now. None of them could see what the twins were seeing.

This wasn't a child.

If they lost, it wasn't to a boy. It was to a monster.

The blazing blade blinked inches from cleaving Kaelith's skull. His gaze hardened, resolve forming. But…

"Brother!"

Lysara's scream ripped through the air.

A vine snapped around Kaelith's ankle, yanking him away just in time.

The katana barely missed. But the flaming crescent it unleashed didn't.

It carved a trench that stretched for kilometers, the earth torn and melted into glowing lava. Smoke hissed in curling steams as the devastation painted the battlefield.

But the twins, appearing far off in the distance, sweat clinging to their brows and dread twisting their faces, none of their attention was on the damage.

Their eyes were glued to him.

The deranged child whose laughter, somehow, still hadn't stopped.

"Brother…"

Kaelith turned, but his gaze never left the monster floating in the distance.

Lysara had truly seen better days. Her chest was charred from the inside out, her hands blackened like charcoal. Atticus' blade wasn't inside her anymore, but his Will still rampaged within her body.

Kaelith's eyes darkened.

They bickered a lot, sure. But even then, they were the only siblings who could claim to truly care for each other in their blood soaked family. The rest were all about scheming. Politics. Hatred.

The scions of the Nature World were infamous for being deranged and heartless. One of their own had even hunted down their siblings, one by one, just for a chance to become the sole heir.

But he and Lysara had always been different.

Which was why, as Kaelith saw his younger sister like this, something deep within him ached.

From every fiber of his being, his killing intent surged.

He didn't know how, but at that moment, Kaelith decided. Even if it cost him his life… he would kill this monster.

His Will spread outward, entering Lysara's wounds and purging the remnants of Atticus' Will from within. His voice was cold.

"We're using Manifest."

Lysara's eyes widened. Then narrowed.

She gave a firm nod.

The reason Whisker, and many others, considered the twins of Bloom and Blight a single entity came down to one thing.

Manifestation.

Bringing your Will into the world as a tangible entity. A living extension of intent.

Every wielder had their own unique Manifestation. Whisker and his beasts. The Gardener and his tree.

But the twins had none. Not alone at least.

Their Will had always been… incomplete. Halves of a whole.

To make it whole, they had to fuse.

Kaelith placed a hand on Lysara's shoulder, and their Wills rippled outward in waves.

Their eyes lit with a fierce blaze as they locked onto the deranged figure still floating, still laughing.

Then, they spoke in unison.

"Manifest!"

…

The tremors of the battle reached the last sanctuary of the alliance.

Despite the protective purple dome shielding the people from the sheer weight of clashing wills, each collision unleashed shockwaves that rattled the entire domain.

The people turned their eyes skyward, toward a sky now painted red, white, and green, with a strange, desperate kind of hope.

After Atticus arrived and took on the twins, the paragons, despite their pain from nearly having their minds ripped apart, had spread throughout the domain to restore order.

Their heavy auras blanketed every corner of the sanctuary, and under such overwhelming pressure, the chaos came to a halt.

The people stopped. Frozen in place. Trembling, eyes fixed on the distant horizon, where lights flashed and gods clashed.

No one knew how the news had spread. But somehow, everyone knew.

Atticus Ravenstein.

That was the name whispered from trembling lips. The name of the one standing against the threat.

Most of the other races in the alliance still had no true understanding of his power, only fragments and rumors.

But the humans… they had no such doubts. They knew their apex. And for many of them, their expressions was filled with nothing but hope.

Yet the fragile moment didn't last long. Shadows suddenly swallowed the sky.

Heads turned, and the trembling worsened.

From every edge of the domain, Zorvan warships came into view, stretching endlessly across the skies. Their glowing hulls glowed with a destructive light, all pointed inward, toward the last sanctuary of Eldoralth.

Jenera's eyes narrowed, and so did the gazes of the other paragons. But it wasn't the warships that drew their full attention.

No.

Their eyes locked onto the sky above, where four figures hovered calmly in formation.

'Generals.'