Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1208

"To burn down the Spirit World."

Atticus just stared at Zoey for a long time. And she met his eyes with a calm stare.

Her eyes had changed.

The first time he saw Zoey in that clearing, he’d seen her forced eyes. The eyes of someone with a goal and a determination to see it through.

Knowing her over the year, he had found out what that goal was. And while he found it naive, he still admired her resolve.

But what Atticus was looking at now was different.

Zoey’s eyes weren’t determined. Determination meant someone had recognized how perilous the path ahead was, and had prepared their heart for it.

But her eyes were too calm for that.

It was as though everything she said was simply a fact. An event that would happen.

"What about your goal to save all of Eldoralth?" Atticus asked. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Zoey chuckled and turned away from him. She gestured to the vast landscape, the world.

"What’s there to save? You’ve done all of that already."

"Are you jealous then?" Atticus’ words were blunt. But he felt they were necessary. He didn’t sense jealousy from her anymore, but he wanted to know where her head was.

She laughed, shaking her head.

"I’m guessing you didn’t hear. Well, it was all a lie apparently. My goal. My feelings. Everything."

"What do you mean?" Atticus narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zoey smiled and began to recount the events of everything.

The Spirit King’s century long plot to take over Eldoralth. The marking of the Starhaven family. Lumindra’s involvement.

The Spirit King’s manipulation, of her goal, her feelings. Everything.

And by the end of it, while Zoey still held her smile, Atticus wore a deep frown.

"That’s insane."

"Right?" Zoey chuckled. "I thought the same thing too. He’s a crazy bastard, that Spirit King."

Atticus didn’t miss the temperature drop at the mention of the Spirit King.

’She’s really angry.’

The smile on her face couldn’t fool him. It was clear that she was boiling on the inside.

’Understandable… but…’

Atticus wasn’t one to put a damper on someone’s goal, but he was in the business of speaking truth, especially to those close to him.

And Zoey had won that right.

"So, how did you intend on burning down the Spirit World?" Atticus asked.

"Hm." Zoey turned to him. "You know… I was expecting more reaction than this. ’I’m so sorry about that, Zoey. It’s going to be fine.’ Maybe even a hug. But you’ve always had a way of breaking expectations."

"You spent eight months in mourning," Atticus said. "I just didn’t feel like you needed that right now. Was I wrong?"

Zoey shook her head. "No, you’re right. I’ve gotten over my feelings already. It would just be a waste," she said. "When you hug me, I don’t want it to be because of pity."

"What do you want it to be because of then?"

"Because you’re infatuated with me. Because you want to be close to me. Because you just wanted to feel my skin."

"Not love?" Atticus asked, curious.

Only Lirae had ever asked him if he loved Zoey, and he had meant his answer.

Atticus’ definition of love was twisted.

Someone who meant the world to him. Someone he wouldn’t hesitate to massacre an entire world to protect. Someone whose death could make him burn down everything out of revenge.