Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452 Thuds

Ever since they separated while defending against the blast, Aurora had been worried sick.

It wasn't only Atticus; she had also been looking at and mapping where he would crash with the intention of rushing to him as soon as possible.

Unlike Atticus, she hadn't been burnt by the fire, and this was all thanks to him, but she had been able to see everything.

From how Atticus had protected her and, in turn, how intense the fire that had ravaged his body was when he had been blasted back.

It was all because of her! This thought kept playing inside Aurora's head. She had tried countless times, and no matter how many times she tried, her fire bloodline wasn't responding.

Not even a spark. And considering the way Atticus had defended against the flames, it was clear the same thing applied to him too. He couldn't use any of his elements.

There was only one thing that came to her head as she saw those flames ravaging his body: he was gone. But no matter how long she looked, there was no golden light.

That fact had completely sunk her heart, hoping that he hadn't died for real.

Despite suffering some injuries from her fall, she had immediately wanted to head towards where she suspected Atticus had fallen, but she unfortunately met those men in purple suits and had ultimately been captured.

"I'm glad you're okay," Aurora whispered softly, tears welling up in her eyes as she held Atticus tightly, as though she wouldn't see him again if she let him go.

"Me too," Atticus smiled warmly, patting her head softly for a second before his gaze turned cold once more. "We have to leave now."

Aurora seemed to notice the urgency in Atticus's tone, and she released him from the hug and immediately tried to stand up but failed miserably as her legs trembled, unable to hold herself up.

Atticus grabbed her and supported her before she could fall.

Atticus gazed at Aurora, noticing the scorch marks on her body along with dried-up patches of blood. Hell, even her hair was the roughest he had ever seen it before.

Taking out a healing and stamina potion, Atticus instantly fed it to Aurora, waiting for a few seconds for it to take effect.

"H-hey! A-Atticus, right?! Help us too!"

Atticus's gaze snapped to the side, focusing on one of the other prisoners who had just spoken. He recognized the youth; he was among the second years, the 10th rank to be precise, as Atticus remembered seeing him at the back of the line.

Because of his happy reunion with Aurora, Atticus had almost forgotten there were other students present in prison.

Gazing around him, there were about just 12 in number. 'The others had most likely been transported elsewhere. Lucky bastards.'

Just as he was about to walk towards the one who had just spoken, another student suddenly spoke up,