Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 645

Chapter 645 Robotic

The robotic sound was deafening and loud, shaking the air.

The gazes of Erion and every single person in the expansive hall snapped toward the hallway where the noise had come from, their expressions hardening.

Every warrior in the room instinctively readied themselves, weapons drawn and auras flaring to life.

This wasn't just any sound; it was a familiar one, everyone of them had the same artifact and knew that robotic sound. Despite having seen no real action for five long years, their battle honed instincts remained razor sharp.

The atmosphere in the hall shifted dramatically.

They were the Obsidian Order's main fighting force— warriors who thrived on combat, completely addicted to the thrill of the fight.

The years of inactivity hadn't dulled their edge but rather kept them hungry, eager to unleash their pent up energy.

Now, to think that an intruder had actually attacked them? The hunger was palpable.

Before anyone could make a move, a sudden, oppressive wave radiated from the hallway, washing over them like a tidal wave.

The air grew heavy, and an eerie stillness settled over the hall. Erion and his crew, along with a few of the more perceptive members, instinctively turned their gazes upward, their senses heightened.

Erion's eyes narrowed, his instincts kicking in. He could feel it— a subtle yet unmistakable shift in the atmosphere, as if the very air had thickened. He figured out the reason instantly

Outside, enveloping the entire enormous building, an air barrier had formed, sealing them all inside.

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"Hm?"

"What?" Alvis asked, his eyes narrowing as he noticed Ronad had suddenly stop mid sentence, his gaze fixed at one direction.

Ronad simply brushed it off with a grin. "It's nothing. Those kids must be having fun."

Ronad was an air elementalist and he had felt a change in the air, a slight disturbance that make him feel that something was happening on the east side of the village.

But the idea that anyone could breach the abyssal chasm, let alone enter the artifact, was completely absurd. Something he wouldn't even dream of. Alvis would have detected any unauthorized use of the ring, and the loyalty of their members was absolute—they made sure of that.

Still, Alvis followed Ronad's gaze, but no matter how hard he concentrated, he couldn't detect anything. Perception had never been his strong suit, and the distance was very considerable.

"Back to our matter! Tell me when!" Ronad demanded, shaking off the unsettling feeling.

Alvis sighed inwardly. 'Fucking idiot,' he thought, but something gnawed at the back of his mind, a lingering sense of unease.

He turned again toward the spot Ronad had been staring at. 'Why do I have this bad feeling?' he wondered. But his thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Ronad's incessant pestering.

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