Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1492 Scorch Marks
Chapter 1492 Scorch Marks
“…you’re right.”
The Redflames were coming, war was imminent. He had to be ready.
“Now, about this… man. You said he used Logoth?”
Atticus spent the next few minutes describing his fight with Raziel to her. The fact that the strange man used Logoth seemed to shake her.
‘Looks like she’s not sure of its origins too.’
According to Anorah, her father had passed it on to her. And his father to him.
“Did you meet your grandfather?”
“…no. Father said he died in some battle.”
“But you know what this means, right?”
Anorah nodded with a serious expression.
“My father might have a connection with these… usurpers.”
Atticus looked at Anorah with worry.
“How are you feeling?”
“Honestly… a bit shaken. But I’ll be fine. Where is he?”
“I left him in the Baron layer. I’m not sure. But…”
“You’ll meet again.”
Atticus slowly nodded. He felt his bones tremble in anticipation.
The last clash had been unfavorable due to the presence of Magnus, but Atticus had every intention of ending it in the next.
He felt his heart pound, but Anorah’s gentle hand calmed him. She smiled at him.
“I’m glad you’re here… with me.”
Atticus smiled back.
“Me too—”
“Saint!”
A voice interrupted his response. He turned and saw a golden light flash before the Saint, and a figure materialized.
‘It’s her.’
The armored guard that had intervened earlier when he was stopped at the entrance. Her expression was tense and shoulders rigid as she knelt.
‘Something’s happened.’
“What happened?” Anorah asked.
“We didn’t receive word from one of our southern scouts groups for a while, so I sent someone to check on them. They’re dead.”
Atticus’ eyes came up instantly. He uttered before Anorah could.
“Redflames?”
“Yes. We found scorched marks on the site.”
Atticus met Anorah’s gaze in a clash. Though they spoke no words, they understood each other clearly.
“Jenna.”
“Yes, Saint.”
“Prepare the others for battle. We’ll go check this out.”
“As you wish.”
They both vanished before the guard could raise her head. Atticus found himself airborne, cutting through the cold winds, leaving the floating city in his wake.
He was quickly drawn to the blinding golden light streaking beside him. Anorah was covered in her golden will, gaze serious.
But Atticus couldn’t help but frown.
‘It’s too bright.’
In the darkness of the night, she’d basically turned into a sun.
“Dim the light. We don’t want them to see us coming.”
Anorah lost her glow almost instantly, nodding in appreciation.
“Let’s increase our speed.”
As Atticus nodded, they disappeared. A moment later, they both landed in the middle of the forest. Atticus scanned his surroundings.
“Well, at least she wasn’t wrong about the scorched marks.”
The smell of ash stung his nose. The trees in a kilometer radius had been reduced to a blackened and charred mess. A battle between gods had taken place here, and it was quite clear whose side won.
When he didn’t receive any answer, Atticus turned to Anorah only to freeze. She stood meters away, staring at the ground with a hard look.
It was only when Atticus saw that she was actually looking at charred remains of corpses that he understood.
‘Her people.’
“We’ll get them, don’t worry.” Anorah released a deep breath and turned to him. She nodded silently.
A feeling prickled at his senses and he quickly turned to face a direction. From her narrowed eyes, it was clear Anorah also felt the same.
‘Enemies.’
Exchanging a nod, they vanished.
They appeared in the sky, overlooking a small company of Redflame warriors making their way across the forest.
Atticus felt a chill wash over him. He turned and immediately saw the murderous look in Anorah’s eyes.
“We need one alive.”
She nodded without a word and dropped from the sky. She landed, shockingly, without any displacement on the earth.
The Redflame warriors jolted in shock. Arms reached for their weapons.
“Who the hell ar—”
Three impacts echoed through the night. The Redflame warriors who’d been slammed in the face were sent flying, smashing through the hard trees and skipping across the earth.
“W-what! You dare!”
The three erupted in a storm of blazing fire. They halted their momentum with a blast, eyes narrowing on their fronts. But Anorah was nowhere to be found.
“Wher—”
Anorah gripped the first by the hair, forcing his head into her knee. The force knocked the man off his feet, sending him hurling into the sky.
The other two snapped their heads towards her, but flashes of gold streaked through the air as her blade left its sheath.
Their limbs were severed from their bodies, splurts of blood splattering on the earth.
Anorah’s arm whipped out and gripped their mouths, muffling their screams. She slammed them against the ground, cratering and shaking the earth.
Their muffled screams echoed within the thick haze, and their wills blazed around them as they struggled to free themselves. But if the fire affected Anorah, she didn’t show it.
She began to apply pressure, and their eyes popped wide in pain. But she did not stop even as their bones cracked and broke. Her hands snapped shut suddenly, bursting their heads in blood and gore.
Eyes still cold as ice, Anorah began wiping the blood from her arms. Atticus landed gently beside her.
“At least you listened.”
He glanced at the Redflame trapped within a cocoon of his will. It was the one she sent shooting into the sky.
He thrashed around, trying to summon his will and escape, but Atticus’ will was solid.
“How are you feeling?”
“Not any better,” Anorah replied with a frown.
“Understandable. The people you lost are still dead.”
“…yes, they are.”
“You’ll bring them back when you reach the top, right? Just like your father.”
Anorah’s eyes widened. She suddenly smiled slightly.
“I guess you’re right.”
“Good.” He said, then turned towards the surviving Redflame. “For now, we can take pleasure in torturing some people who really deserve it.”
