Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Undercurrent

In a dimly lit chamber, a scene of torment unfolded. A man was bound to a chair, his anguished cries echoing off the cold metallic walls as the woman before him subjected him to unspeakable suffering.

With a cascade of white hair cascading down her shoulders, she exuded an aura of ethereal beauty, juxtaposed by the malevolence that danced within her gaze. Her form was well-proportioned, a stark contrast to the malevolence that her actions conveyed.

Into this disturbing tableau entered another figure, a man whose demeanor was marked by respect and deference.

"Mistress Lyanna," he addressed her, his words careful and measured. "Master Magnus has called a family meeting and attendance is mandatory."

As the man spoke, Lyanna's focus shifted from her victim to the newcomer. Her gaze bore into him with a chilling intensity, causing an involuntary shiver to crawl down his spine. A palpable sense of unease settled upon him as he realized the extent of her power and the icy aura she radiated.

'Scary!' he thought, his inner voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and awe. The woman's gaze held him captive, her presence overwhelming. Lyanna, the enigmatic head of the Silent Nexus, had always been a figure shrouded in an aura of cold calculation.

Her every move was deliberate, her actions a reflection of her meticulous planning and strategic foresight. Yet, the torment she had inflicted seemed to have unearthed a side of her that was both chilling and captivating.

With a dismissive gesture, Lyanna instructed the man to leave, her attention drawn back to her sinister work.

Time passed, and eventually, Lyanna emerged from the chamber, a sinister smile playing upon her lips. Her earlier coldness had transformed into an almost giddy anticipation. "Finally," she muttered to herself, her voice carrying a note of excitement. "It's going to get interesting around here."

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Amidst an elegant dining room, the soft chatter of family conversations filled the air as Nathan, a man with a gentle roundness and a crown of white hair, engaged in lunch with his loved ones.

In the midst of this idyllic scene, a shadow fell across his face as his butler discreetly leaned in, whispering news of a family meeting. Nathan's expression shifted imperceptibly, a fleeting glimpse of concern that he quickly masked behind a polite smile.

"Thank you, Ren" he murmured, his tone a careful blend of gratitude and composure. With a graceful bow, the butler withdrew, leaving Nathan to navigate the sudden shift in atmosphere with poise. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}

As his family members turned their gazes upon him, curiosity etched into their features, Nathan's wife voiced her concern. "Is everything alright, dear?" she inquired, a note of worry lacing her voice.