Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1494 Red Sky
Chapter 1494 Red Sky
“Heya,” Whisker waved.
Noctis lunged straight into Atticus’ arms, smearing his face with slobber.
“Kuu! Dada!”
“Hey, little guy.”
Atticus tried, and failed. to get him off. He sighed and let him continue. But Noctis clearly had no intention of stopping.
“Alright, alright. Enough.”
He pried Noctis off, earning a sad look.
“I missed you too.”
“Kuu~”
“Honestly, man,” Whisker said, shaking his head, “you’ve got to teach him more words than Kuu, Dada, and Ozzy. It was cute at first, but now it’s just embarrassing.”
“I’m glad to see you alive too, Whisker.”
“Of course!” Whisker flicked his hair dramatically. “You can’t get rid of peak.”
Atticus scoffed, then eyed him properly.
He hadn’t changed at all since he last saw him on Eldoralth. Beach shorts. Flip flops. Open vintage shirt, revealing his ripped muscles.
“You used your will.”
Whisker’s smile faded, but he shrugged. “It was either that or death. I chose the obvious option.”
“But—”
“We’ll deal with that later. You’ve got more pressing matters.”
Atticus narrowed his eyes, then nodded.
“For example…” Whisker looked at Anorah, “I see you finally bagged the hottie. I won’t say much, but I never thought Zoey was quite right for you.”
“Zoey?” Anorah frowned, looking at Atticus, who immediately glared at Whisker.
“I’ll… explain later. Let’s head back.”
…
A short while later, they reached the city, hovering in the sky
The once bustling streets were now silent. Gods and champions stood scattered around, each with grim expressions.
‘They already heard.’
The resistance existed to free common people from the oppression of the major factions. But that oppression existed in the first place because of their overwhelming might.
And one such energy was currently marching toward them.
A dread like silence covered the city and Atticus didn’t miss the trembling gods. He frowned. ‘The morale is bad.’
They had already lost before the battle even began.
As Anorah led them into the council room, Whisker instantly looked at Atticus.
“If y’all go against the Redflames directly, you’ll lose. Badly.”
Anorah frowned. Atticus even more so.
“What do you mean?”
“I know my star actor isn’t stupid, so I’m sure you already know your true enemy. The one leading the Viscounts.”
“Merek.”
“Exactly. So you know his current power?”
Atticus nodded.
“I was hoping you’d be at the peak of the Viscount rank too, but you’re clearly not there yet.”
“You’re stating the obvious,” Anorah said. “Get to the point.”
Whisker gave her a look, then glanced at Atticus.
“She’s feisty. That your type?”
“She’s right. Get to the point.”
“Alright.” Whisker sighed. “I’ve gone around most parts of the layer trying to find you. I’ve seen the Redflame army. And from what I see here, your resistance doesn’t stand a chance.”
“And what do you suggest?”
“I’d say…” Whisker gestured at Atticus, “bank everything on him.”
“But you said Merek is stronger.”
“I know what I said.” Whisker’s eyes cooled. “But Atticus could easily surpass Merek if…”
As he trailed off, Atticus’ eyes darkened. He knew exactly what Whisker was implying. He shot a quick glance at Anorah, who didn’t seem to have realized it yet.
“He can’t absorb Redflames,” Anorah said.
“Exactly.”
Whisker stared directly into Atticus’ eyes.
“But the clowns outside are a different case.”
Atticus’ hair rose as killing intent flooded the room.
Anorah glared at Whisker.
“They’re my people.”
“I’m aware,” Whisker said calmly. “But they’re going to die anyway when those red bastards arrive. Isn’t it better they’re put to good use?”
“No.” Anorah’s voice was firm. She turned to Atticus. “No.”
Atticus met her eyes silently. He knew her answer already even before whisker had asked.
He turned to Whisker. “You heard her.”
“C’mon. You know this is the logical choice.”
“You heard her.”
Whisker threw his arms up.
“The power of pussy, everyone. Is this what having a dick gets you?”
“You—”
“Anorah.”
Atticus quickly stopped her hand from reaching her blade.
“Don’t take anything he says seriously. That’s just how he is.”
Anorah steadied her breathing. She was about to speak when a figure burst into the room.
It was the same guard who reported the scouts’ deaths. She looked pale, trembling as she dropped to her knees.
“S-Saint… t-the R-Redflames… They’re here.”
The tension in the room instantly thickened.
“Where are they coming from?” the Saint asked.
“Everywhere.”
The trio appeared outside in a blur to a scarlet sky. The moonlight was gone, replaced by the scorching glow of the Redflame army marching from every direction. Flames spread in their wake, painting the sky red and reflecting in the terrified expressions of the resistance.
“No way…”
“There’s no way we can win…”
“It’s over…”
As the whispers drifted into Atticus’ ears, his eyes grew cold. He had to grip his katana tight to stop its tremble. He felt Whisker’s stare urging him again, and instinctively turned toward Anorah only to freeze.
Her will wrapped around her, gradually rising in radiance. Despite the approaching army, there was no trace of fear in her eyes. Only resolve.
Her body burst with blinding light, overpowering the red glow. As she ascended, every resistance god turned toward her.
“Gods and champions of the resistance!” her voice boomed, spreading across the vast city.
“The time has come to stand against the tyrannical major factions! They think that because of their numbers and nature of their will, they can bully us into submission. They have come to take what is ours. To destroy our home. To erase everything we hold dear. I will never stand for this! We will never stand for this! The resistance will never stand for this!”
‘It’s working.’
Atticus saw resolve spread across the army. The expressions of many gods hardened. Eyes burned.
“Raise your weapons! Clench your teeth and lift your heads high! We stand our ground, or we die trying!” Anorah drew her sword, its blade blazing with light.
“WHO’S WITH ME!”
The roar that followed shook the city. Wills flared. Weapons rose. Gods and champions rushed to the city’s edge with newfound determination.
“You sure know how to pick ’em,” Whisker muttered.
Atticus glared at Whisker who chuckled, shaking his head. He exhaled.
“Now, since you won’t choose the obvious path… we go with plan B.”
“Plan B?” Atticus narrowed his eyes.
“Yep.” Whisker stared straight at him. “We’ll be putting those eyes of yours to good use.”
