Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 448

Chapter 448 Brim

Atticus moved towards the east side of the forest at a fast speed. Although his body was filled with crimson blood, already showing signs of drying, he was more or less healed.

But regardless of how many healing or stamina recovery potions he wanted to take, it would do little to recover his will.

Atticus was still battling with an inner turmoil, one that questioned his every move. Every action or thought he took or planned to take was always done with multiple times the effort.

However, despite the setback, Atticus's movements were swift and agile. His body felt as though he was as light as a feather, his feet barely touching the ground before he had already moved a few meters away.

Atticus hadn't encountered any more enemies on his way, an occurrence that he should be happy about and thanking his stars for, but a deep frown found its way to Atticus's face, his hands clenching slightly.

After running through the forest for several minutes, Atticus finally reached a small clearing, and his heart couldn't help but tremble as he gazed at the current scene.

His assumption had been right. The fact that he hadn't seen any enemies could mean that they had already gotten what they wanted and left.

The area was filled with signs of battles, with trees being broken, splatters of blood, and deep craters scattered across the area.

Atticus clenched his hand, forcefully calming down his beating heart, and took in a deep breath. Then he allowed a hint of rationality to take over instead of losing himself to his emotions.

Atticus used his perception and scanned the whole area thoroughly.

'There are signs of scorch marks, but I don't think they're from Aurora. It's probably from their guns,'

Atticus thought, recalling how Aurora had gazed at her hands in confusion when they had just been transported.

He was sure it hadn't only been him affected by the restrictions. Due to the dire situation back then, he hadn't thought to check her rank. If not, he would have confirmed his assumptions.

Atticus' mind spun, going through numerous possible scenarios, and reaching the most likely conclusions in a second.

'They might have killed her, and her artifact teleported her away, if that feature was still available, that is. Or just like me, she defeated them and left with their bodies, or she lost and was captured and taken somewhere."

Out of Atticus' assumptions, he was leaning towards the last one. Atticus wasn't trying to look down on Aurora; he just felt like it was the assumption with the highest possibility.

Without perception, dodging their laser beams wouldn't be easy. Plus, considering the fact that she was being limited and without her bloodline, it was something that would take her some time to get used to, especially if it was something she had been used to using for most of her life.

Atticus could completely understand her loss.

Atticus' gaze moved at a fast speed, taking note of every single detail in the area. Every scorch mark and blood splatter, even the tiniest footprints, were taken note of.