Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1497 A Champion
Chapter 1497 A Champion
Intense wind slammed against Anorah’s back as she was hurled away, tearing through the blazing battlefield. A wave of pain surged through her being, and she gritted her teeth as her will flickered, struggling to hold itself together.
‘I was pushed back.’
The clash against the three siblings had ended in her loss. Though it was to be expected. They were each almost at the peak of the viscount rank. It was a miracle her will was still in one piece.
She spun mid air, her golden hair whipping wildly. Her eyes narrowed on the three streaks of light blazing toward her with terrifying speed. She dipped, evading a flame engulfed blade that tore past her head. Ignoring the hot air whipping against her face, she threw herself to the side. An explosive force crashed into the earth she’d stood on moments ago, sending debris and dust everywhere.
Anorah locked eyes with a pair of scarlet pupils glowing through the haze, before another wave of danger screamed through her senses. She swung to the side with all her might, brutally clashing with a lethal thrust. The collision released a flash of gold and crimson fighting for dominance.
Anorah gritted her teeth.
‘He’s strong.’
The third sibling’s will was even more powerful than the other two. Though Anorah had awakened a true will, their difference was still enough to make her advantage obsolete. In a head on clash, she was at a disadvantage. She had no choice but to use it.
‘Logoth.’
The chanting redflames. The screams. The clangorous battle of metal on metal… everything fell away. Silence drowned the world. Emotions vanished, replaced by an unsettling calm.
Anorah shifted her stance, redirecting her blade to the side, the sudden change forcing the sibling forward. She leaned back, evading a brutal kick that ripped past her face from another sibling, then darted lightly aside, evading a sweeping strike. Her grip tightened on her blade as her eyes flickered.
Calculating, calculating, calculating.
She leaned forward and shot in just as the three regained their bearings, air and clothes whipping back violently.
The slender sibling grinned and thrust his spear forward, but Anorah barely shifted. She evaded the spear and dug her blade through his shoulder. Sizzling blood splattered across the scorched battlefield, the siblings’ eyes tearing wide.
“You bitch!”
The slender one’s will flared and blazed toward her, but Anorah was already gone. She closed in on the other two, dipping into a sweeping kick that flashed like lightning. It slammed against the second sibling’s legs, sweeping him off his feet. She rose in the same breath, blade descending toward his neck, only for the third sibling to flash between them, sword rising to block hers. A hot wave blasted past Anorah as they clashed, but she held her ground. As the other two recovered and closed in, she shot back, creating distance. Gripping her sword tight, she stared at all three coldly.
“This fucking bitch! That was a lucky shot!” the slender one spat, staring at his wounded shoulder before glaring at her.
“You’ve always been a sore loser,” the second said. It only made the former’s eyes flare.
“It was a lucky shot!” he snapped, glaring at Anorah. “I’ll fucking sh—”
“Give up.”
The two siblings fell silent as the third, who was clearly the strongest, spoke. Even now, he hadn’t lost his calm expression.
“Look around you.” He gestured at the chaotic battlefield. “Your people are dying meaningless deaths. You’re not the one we’re after. Atticus Ravenstein. Give him up, and we will spare you.”
“Hey—”
The third glared at the slender one, silencing him. He turned back to Anorah, eyes narrowing.
“Is he worth all these deaths? He’s not even fighting with you. Give him—”
The words faded from Anorah’s ears as she looked around. It was chaos incarnate. What was meant to be a fight between armies had become a desperate scramble for survival. Attacks flew from every direction. Bodies hit the ground by the second. The council members fought fearlessly against redflame viscounts, but Anorah could see the exhaustion in their eyes.
Her gaze locked on the corpses. The vast majority belonged to the resistance. Gods and champions alike… dead. Her people.
Many still clashed bravely, but it wasn’t enough. The redflames were too many. Too powerful. Too brutal.
‘We’re going to lose.’
Anorah instinctively slipped out of Logoth. She had been expecting a miracle. That somehow, they would survive and come out stronger. But as she gazed at the countless bodies littering the battlefield, she reached a sickening conclusion.
They might not survive this.
This could be the end.
Still, Anorah gripped her blade tightly, settling into a stance.
‘No more Logoth.’
If this would be the end, she wanted to feel all of it. The third sibling paused, narrowing his eyes.
“Wrong choice.” He shook his head. “Kill her.”
Their wills flared in unison. They were about to attack when a thunderous impact crashed into the center of the battlefield, drowning everything in a thick haze.
Anorah narrowed her eyes as a pair of crimson eyes flickered through the smoke. A blast rippled out, clearing the dust.
‘It’s… him.’
Her eyes thinned. He was the last person she expected. After all, their first meeting had almost ended with her cutting his head off.
Whisker casually brushed dust off his shoulder and glanced around, seemingly unconcerned that his dramatic entrance had halted the entire battle.
‘Who’s he looking for?’
Just as she wondered, Whisker’s eyes landed on her. He smiled brightly and waved.
“Heiyaa! My star actor’s woman. I’ve come to help!”
Anorah frowned.
‘What is this…’
Was he being serious? Wearing beach shorts, sunglasses, and flip flops, he belong to a pool party rather than a battlefield.
But his declaration was all the redflames needed. Their heat soared.
“He’s with the enemy! Kill him!”
As the champions lunged toward him. Anorah’s eyes narrowed.
‘Shit! I can’t help him.’
There were too many. Even if she wanted to intervene, she couldn’t interfere in a champion fight.
Yet Whisker’s grin only widened as they charged. He raised his arm, and a single word ripped from his mouth:
“Manifest.”
