Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 686

Chapter 686 Three Individuals

Sector 3 was divided into four major cities. The Ravensteins were in charge of the capital city, Ravenspire, while the other cities were overseen by tier two families.

Among them, Dusktown was well known, particularly due to the Vermore family's presence.

At the edge of Dusktown, a large open space housed the Vermore estate, a fortress of sharp stone and steel gleaming under the harsh sun. The walls were thick and sturdy, with numerous defensive measures, but it wasn't the fortress that caught everyone's attention.

High in the sky above the estate, a swarm of massive airships hovered, casting large shadows over the grounds. While not as massive as the airships Lyanna had used in battle, they were still imposing.

In the human domain, only tier one families were typically allowed such airships; the lower tiers had to make do with smaller, less advanced models.

Each airship bore the insignia of the Vermore family—a symbol of multiple figures standing in a circle.

Below, on the ground, warriors clad in silver armor stood in perfect formation, their helmets gleaming and weapons clutched tightly in their hands. All of them had the characteristic silver hair of the Vermore bloodline—a mark of their lineage.

The atmosphere was thick with tension and power.

The entire Vermore force was assembled outside the estate, ready for battle.

Rows of soldiers, ranging from Expert to grandmaster rank, gathered in formation. Their eyes were cold and focused, but fear was clear in their demeanor. Many clutched their weapons tightly, trembling slightly.

Why were they afraid? The reason was simple. Most of them had woken up expecting just another ordinary day, only to be informed of news that nearly made their hearts stop.

They would be battling the Ravensteins.

At first, many thought it was a mistake. But it quickly became clear that this was no misunderstanding.

At the forefront of the army stood Darius, his expression calm. Behind him, the family elders lined up, their silver hair gleaming under the sunlight, but the tension in the air was palpable.

Only one tier separated tier one families from tier two, but the difference between them was vast. Aside from being able to birth paragons, tier one families produced individuals with significantly higher talent compared to lower tiers. The number of grandmasters in a tier one family was overwhelming.

Where tier one might have a thousand grandmasters, tier two would have barely a hundred. The gap was immense.

The elders of the Vermore family wore deep frowns.

"Darius, this is a huge mistake," one of the elders said, his voice filled with concern.

Darius's brows furrowed. He despised when his orders were questioned. It was the ultimate sign of disrespect in his eyes.

Just as Darius was about to respond, an aged man interrupted.

"Calm yourself. He's right about that, son," the elder spoke with a firm but calm tone.

Darius turned towards the man who had just spoken, the frown on his face loosening slightly. He could act sternly toward the others, but his father was different.

"But it's too late to turn back now. We're one family, and we'll see this through no matter what," the elder continued.