Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 681

Chapter 681 Traits

The lightning bolt struck with deafening silence.

The moment it hit the ground, time seemed to stand still. A blinding flash engulfed the hall, and in that instant, the entire citadel trembled violently. The protective runes lining the citadel's walls ignited, their symbols glowing with a brilliant golden light as they struggled to contain the force of the attack.

Cracks formed along the walls of the citadel, and the ground beneath the hall rippled like water.

Outside, the city felt the impact. Buildings shook violently, windows shattered, and the earth quaked as though the very foundations of the city were being torn apart.

The earthquake radiated outward, reaching even the farthest corners of the metropolis, sending people scrambling for safety. The scale of the destruction was immense—like nothing the city had ever experienced.

Inside the hall, chaos had already erupted. The grandmaster+ ranks of the tier one families staggered from their seats, barely holding themselves together, while those of tier two spat blood, their bodies wracked with pain.

A golden glow had already enveloped every single one of them, protecting them from the lightning that had just struck.

This was one of the protective measures put in place by Oberon to safeguard the lives of the people. When anyone's life was in danger, the runes surrounding the citadel would flare to life, protecting them.

The tier three family heads, along with the apex candidates who were already enveloped in a protective barrier, gazed in utter fear at the devastation of the citadel.

But all eyes soon turned to Magnus. _{frёewebηovel.cѳm}

Intense lightning crackled around his body, his eyes emitting a brilliant white light. Magnus's aura unfurled like a storm—dark and overwhelming.

The temperature in the room dropped as the atmosphere thickened. Every heartbeat echoed like a drum, and then even that stopped.

For a moment, it felt as though time itself had ceased.

Magnus moved, and it was as if the world shifted with him. No sound, no movement—just the terrifying stillness of a universe held in his grasp.

His spear materialized in his hand, not with a flash, but as if it had always been there, waiting for his call.

The aura surrounding him intensified, pressing down on everyone in the hall. Grandmasters of the tier one and tier two families, who had barely withstood the earlier assault, collapsed to the ground, unconscious, their minds overwhelmed by the sheer power radiating from him.

The air vibrated, the space around him warping as the lightning intensified, dancing along the spear's edge.

Octavius's heartbeat quickened, an intense fear gripping him. He turned to his side, only to see a blinding white spear covering the entirety of his vision.

"MAGNUS, DON'T DO THIS!"

For the first time since the event began, Oberon shouted. But it was already too late.