Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 124

Chapter 124 Warmth

Darkness, complete and absolute, shrouded his vision. Atticus found himself trapped in this void once more, a sense of déjà vu washing over him.

'Not this again,' Atticus thought, a hint of frustration creeping in as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

'Am I back in the life weapon?' He pondered. This was exactly what happened the last time he was knocked out

As if in response to his inner turmoil, the suffocating darkness slowly began to recede, revealing a scene that immediately gripped his heart in a vise.

Before him, Ronad stood with his completely charred blacken skin, a chilling grin etched upon his face. He held a gleaming sword dangerously close to Ember's delicate neck.

Atticus' voice cracked as he shouted, "No!" His legs carried him forward, but no matter how he sprinted, the gap between him and the duo seemed to expand.

And then, without hesitation, the sword descended.

With a gasp, Atticus bolted upright, his body drenched in sweat. He took a few deep breaths to steady his racing heart, then slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced around, attempting to make sense of his surroundings.

It didn't take long for him to recognize the familiar room.

"I'm back at the estate?" Atticus muttered to himself.

While trying to process the situation, he noticed a stirring on the left side of the room. Atticus squinted in the dim light and soon identified the figure slumbering on the couch.

It was Aurora, wrapped in a thick blanket, her peaceful form gently rising and falling with each breath.

Not wanting to disturb her rest, Atticus carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed and quietly descended to the floor.

His body was feeling good, too good. It was as if the injuries he had sustained had never existed in the first place.

Lost in his contemplations, his attention was abruptly seized by a figure bursting into the room.

Startled, Atticus turned to find Anastasia standing before him. Before he could react, he was enveloped in a warm and tight embrace.

Atticus didn't resist; instead, he welcomed her embrace, closing his eyes and savoring the moment.

'I've missed this so much,' he thought, his heart swelling with emotion. After a long, comforting minute, Anastasia slowly released her hold, still grasping his shoulders as she studied him closely.

"Honey, are you okay?" Her voice trembled with emotion, her tone completely filled with warmth.

Atticus returned her gaze with a warm smile. "Yes, Mum, I feel okay," he assured her. But his keen eyes didn't miss the telltale signs – her reddened, puffy eyes. 'She's been crying. A lot,' Atticus realized, a pang of sadness washing over him.

He pulled Anastasia into another tight embrace, this time surprising her. Without hesitation, she held him just as fiercely, as though afraid he might vanish.