Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Mira's fists clenched, and Atticus could feel her anger radiating through the air. Grief and rage rolled off her like a storm.

'So that's the cause of her hostility,' Atticus thought. It made sense that the reason Mira hated the higher-ups was because their actions in this situation had caused her to lose people she loved.

'Cowards,' Ozeroth's voice growled in his mind, and Atticus silently agreed. Humans had been reduced to hiding in their own territory, allowing their people to be slaughtered while their leaders kissed the asses of the Vampyros.

But he brushed the thought aside. This wasn't the time to ponder it. "Why have the Vampyros been crossing the border?" he asked. Although Lyric had told him his thoughts about the situation, he still thought it best to hear another's perspective.

Jena hesitated for a bit, her brow furrowed in thought. "I can't say for sure. But Master Vyn believes they're asserting dominance. For what reason, we don't know."

'Vyn…' Atticus filed the name away as silence fell over the group.

The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, the quiet stretching into something oppressive.

Jena fidgeted, the awkwardness growing. She glanced at Atticus, as if to start another conversation. But her words caught in her throat. Her eyes widened.

"Where did he go?"

Atticus had been running alongside them, and now he was gone.

But there was no time to process. They heard it, the sound of the air tearing, and then—

CRACK!

A deafening collision tore through the forest.

The world froze.

Time itself seemed to stop.

And then—

BOOM!

The ground quaked violently as a cataclysmic shockwave erupted. Trees were uprooted, sent flying like brittle sticks. The forest canopy was shredded apart, a whirlwind of debris spiraling into the air.

A blinding flash followed, white-hot, searing. A mushroom cloud of dirt and ash billowed upward, swallowing the sky.

The sound hit next, a guttural roar of force that slammed into the group, knocking them off their feet. Jena cried out as she was hurled into the trunk of a tree. Mira and Crescendo rolled across the ground, coughing as dust filled their lungs.

"What—what the hell is going on?!" Jena shouted, struggling to stand. But—

BOOM.

Another collision.

This one louder. Closer.

A second shockwave blasted through the forest. The earth cracked under the force, massive fissures splitting the ground. Splintered wood and shattered rock rained down like artillery fire.

Jena and the others forced themselves upright, their hearts pounding hard against their chests. Their gazes darted toward the source.

"What…?" she murmured, barely able to make out two figures through the storm of chaos.

The first was a figure clad in crimson blood armor radiating an ominous glow that encased his body.

The air around him seemed to vibrate, charged with a bloodthirsty aura so intense that even from a distance, Jena and the others felt their legs weaken and their bodies turn cold.

There was no mistaking it.

This was Vampyros.

And not just any Vampyros, this was a grandmaster+, a monstrous being that none of them had ever dreamed of coming into contact with in their lives.

Jena's breath froze, her heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to flee, to run as far as she could. And it wasn't just her. Both Mira and Crescendo's bodies were trembling.

But then—

They saw the second figure.

At first, it was hard to comprehend. The sheer presence emanating from him rivaled, no, surpassed the Vampyros.

Jena's eyes widened, her voice trembling as realization set in. At this point, there was no mistaking it. It was Atticus.

It was.

Jena and the other scouts were shocked. Not by the Vampyros. No. But by the boy facing him. They had seen Atticus fight at the Nexus, and it was nothing compared to what they were witnessing now. This would be the first time they would witness him fight in real life, and it was nothing short of incredible.

The aura pouring off him was suffocating. A bloodlust so overwhelming it blanketed the entire area, suppressing the Vampyros' bloodlust as though it were insignificant.

He moved.

Fast.

Too fast.

One moment he was still, the next he was in front of the Vampyros. His fist shot upward, bypassing the monster's defenses like they were nothing.

The crimson gaze of the Vampyros shone brightly, displaying one emotion: utter shock. But there was no time—

CRACK!

The uppercut connected, slamming into the Vampyros's chin with a force that shook the air. The impact sent the creature hurtling skyward, its crimson armor splintering under the blow.

"Serila!"

An icy voice ripped through the chaos as Draeven's shout cut through the battlefield like a blade.

Before anyone could react, a sharp, manic laugh echoed from above.

"Hahahaha!"

All eyes snapped skyward.

A woman appeared high in the air. Her crimson eyes glowed with an eerie light, even through the mask covering her face. Her creepy smile shone.

She pointed her arms downward, her voice dripping with sadistic glee as she muttered, "Blood Dominion."

The air shifted instantly.

Thick. Heavy.

Oppressive.

Jena gasped, her chest tightening. The sound of her heartbeat thundered in her ears. No, everyone's heartbeat. It was as if the world itself pulsed in perfect synchrony.

And then it hit.

A strange force pulled at their blood. A suffocating, inescapable command.

Jena staggered, panic flashing across her face. Her vision blurred. She felt it, her blood… leaving.

"No!" she cried out, clutching her chest, but her body didn't listen.

Her feet moved on their own.

Her legs shot forward, dragged against her will. Not just her. The bodies of her and the other scouts hurtled toward Serila like marionettes pulled by invisible strings.

They struggled, but none of it mattered.

The force was absolute.

Serila's grin widened as she saw Jena and the others being pulled toward her, her laughter rising above the sound of their cries.

But then—

A blinding crimson light pierced the sky.

It wasn't just light.

It was will.

A force so strong it tore through Serila's control like paper, shattering the hold she had on their blood.

The pull stopped.

Jena and the others collapsed to their knees, gasping for air, their bodies trembling.

Serila froze, her manic grin straining. Her crimson eyes darted toward the source of the light.

Atticus.

He stood amidst the chaos, his gaze locked onto her, his presence crushing.

Serila's gaze trembled. Her bloodlust faltered, drowned beneath the wave of his will. But there was no respite.

Atticus moved.

Fast.

Too fast.

One moment he was on the ground.

The next, he was in the air, closing the distance between them in a heartbeat.

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