Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1199

"Right…" Whisker muttered, hoping that would be the end of it. Months spent together, and Ozeroth had found more ways to ruin his peace than he thought humanly, or spiritually, possible.

"Hmm… I guess I understand what you're doing now."

A flicker of hope sparked in Whisker's chest. Would he finally leave him alone?

But Ozeroth's next words crushed it.

"But the great Ozeroth is far superior to anyone you've trained. I'm a fast learner. This enlightenment nonsense isn't necessary. Just stand by my side and whisper sweet words of my greatness."

'It didn't work.'

Whisker's heart sank. He had always been able to dodge Ozeroth's outrageous demands with a little ego stroking. But it seemed that wasn't going to cut it this time.

'I have to pull out the big guns.'

"Hmm… alright. It's just like he said…"

Ozeroth's gaze sharpened instantly. "He?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Just something I overheard," Whisker waved lazily. "Probably nothing important."

But that only made it worse. Ozeroth leaned forward, eyes narrowing.

"What!? What are you keeping from me?" he demanded.

Whisker let out a sigh, putting on a perfect mask of defeat.

"It's just… something Atticus said…"

"Bond?" Ozeroth's tone dropped an octave. "What did he say?"

"I really don't think it's a good idea to—"

"Speak."

Ozeroth's voice was firmer than ever.

Whisker exhaled. "Alright," he said. "He only said… that you'll need me to form your true Will. And that without me…"

He trailed off. He didn't need to finish. The look on Ozeroth's face said enough. His expression darkened, and Whisker could practically feel the spike in battle intent from where he lay.

Still, he decided to wrap it up.

"Well, I guess he's right. Let's get to training—"

"Sit."

Whisker held back a smile.

'Sorry, my star actor. You started this mess.'

He glanced at Ozeroth, who was now glaring with arms folded.

"Keep doing whatever ridiculous thing you're doing. I'll train myself."

'Ah, the pride of a spirit… it's bigger than this entire planet!'

Whisker stretched contentedly. Finally, peace.

'Should've done this from the start.'

But just as Ozeroth turned to ascend back to his spot, a low, thunderous quake rippled across the planet.

Both men froze. Their gazes met, tense, wary, then turned in unison toward the same direction.

A second later, a blinding crimson pillar of light tore through the heavens. For a brief moment, everyone on Eldoralth, every single soul, froze. All eyes turned skyward.

The temperature spiked. Sweat beaded on the skin of warriors, citizens, paragons alike. But none could look away from the towering pillar that split the skies.

Then, the light receded.

And in its place, a thin crimson veil spread across the entire planet, covering everything and everyone.

Stillness followed. Absolute silence. Not a soul moved. Then, they felt it.

A presence.

They had felt it before, especially the people of the human domain, but this was different.

It didn't feel like an outside force anymore. No…

It was the world.