Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 442

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Atticus had always been careful from the outset. This was how he had always been.

He could have chosen to engrave multiple grade one runes so he would be able to probably minimize his will, but Atticus had decided against that.

Apart from the fact that the material he could engrave on was very limited, Atticus could feel the scorching heat of the massive fireballs approaching him. It wasn't something a grade one rune shield could block, not even close.

So he had decided to be careful from the outset and go with a grade 2 rune despite the strain. But Atticus would have never expected what happened next to happen.

One second elapsed, the massive fireballs landing with force.

The shield emitted a chorus of metallic clangs as the fireballs bombarded its surface, the sound reminiscent of a blacksmith hammering molten metal on an anvil.

Atticus's assumption had been completely accurate; the wave of fire was cataclysmic.

It engulfed the entire area in a scorching wave of fire. If not for the rune shield Atticus had made, their forms would've turned into nothing more than a charred mess already.

It didn't take long before it happened, something that shook Atticus to his core. The sound had been nonexistent, but the gravity of the situation made it as loud as a nuclear explosion.

A crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the shield.

'It's more powerful than an advanced+ rank!?'

"Atticus,"

It had been so abrupt and sudden that Atticus only had the chance to hear the soft and worried mutter of Aurora from behind him before a multitude of cracks started appearing on the shield.

Atticus forcefully swung Aurora, who was trying to come to his front, behind him and deftly took off his trench coat, spreading it in front of him.

The intense wave of fire broke through the shield with great force, exploding in a raging inferno of scorching fire that swallowed everything up.

Atticus crossed his hand in front of him, enveloping his form with the trench coat, making sure Aurora was covered behind him.

At the next instant, the intense force of the fire blasted their forms away from the air in different directions as they separated in the air.

Atticus's figure was sent hurtling backward, his form engulfed in a torrent of fire and smoke like a leaf caught in a tempest of flames.

An unimaginable amount of pain racked Atticus's form, fire ravaging his whole body, but despite this intense pain that would have made many pass out, Atticus's bloodied eyes swept around the area, his head oddly clear.

His gaze locked on to the form of Aurora in the air, his mind mapping the trajectory of her descent.

At the next instant, Atticus's form collided and broke through multiple sturdy trees like twigs before getting lodged into an imposing and large tree.

A mouthful of blood spilled out of Atticus's mouth, landing on the earth in a huge splatter.

Atticus shook his head profusely, his gaze cloudy as he tried to regain his grip on reality.

Atticus struggled, his figure shaking and turning, removing himself from the lodged tree. He landed on the floor, his form sinking to both knees as he lay down on the earth on all fours.

Atticus coughed a few more times, crimson blood and a significant amount of black smoke streaming out of his mouth.

He raised both his hands, shakily unclenching his arms, his gaze landing on two small pieces of the remains of his trench coat. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

Then, as Atticus's gaze turned to look at his arms and then his whole body, his heart shook.