Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 699

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The Ravensteins were a warrior family through and through, and among their legacy and history were those who stood out—legends.

People who had performed such extraordinary feats that they earned nicknames to cement their place in history.

Just like the Three Titans of Sirius and others of their caliber, Rurik, Borya, and Tundra had also done something remarkable.

Triplets of Ruin.

This trio had done everything in life together. From the Raven camp to the academy to the military, there was no separating them. Because of this, they had fought countless battles side by side, developing a unique and collective fighting style that made them a true force to be reckoned with in combat.

Each of the triplets had distinct personalities that set them apart, but one thing always infuriated them: if anyone insulted one brother, all three would erupt.

Together, they were the last opponents anyone would want to face.

The ground quaked, the temperature in the area plummeted, and thunder rumbled.

"Are you insulting my brothers?" the triplets growled in unison, none of them willing to admit they had been the ones called old.

Their hunched backs straightened as they stood taller, their auras exploding outward in perfect synchrony, shaking the very ground beneath them.

Despite their age, the sheer power they unleashed dwarfed the threat in the sky, sending a shockwave that made even the grandmaster+ ranked members of the Obsidian Order pause.

"Be careful, idiot. Those three are the Triplets of Ruin. They're a bad matchup for you," Elysia warned, turning toward Gideon, who had a wide grin on his face, eager for battle.

"Do I look like I care?" Gideon responded, his aura already rising to match the triplets' release of power.

"You might not care, but we do. You're not the only one here, remember that. Cassandra, Vorak, and Gregor will handle them. We handle the rest."

Gideon frowned, finally turning toward Elysia. He hated being bossed around by her, but the looks from the other Obsidian Order heads made it clear he had no choice.

Cassandra, Vorak, and Gregor descended and landed on the ground, their auras suddenly clashing with the triplets'. The air became oppressive, gravity increasing by several folds.

Cassandra and Vorak moved back, leaving Gregor at the front.

Vorak, his pale, almost translucent skin gleaming in the low light, let out a low, chilling laugh. "So, these are the famous Triplets of Ruin," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I expected more… but I suppose your skins will do nicely for my collection."

Vorak was tall and gaunt, with unnervingly smooth, pale skin that seemed almost transparent. His amber eyes glinted, and his long, greasy black hair hung limply down his back. His face was perpetually expressionless, save for a faint, eerie smile.

"Let's make this quick. I'm already tired of this."

Cassandra spoke next, her fingers grazing an artifact—a small black orb. Her icy blue eyes flicked over the triplets with disdain.

At the front, Gregor, a hulking giant of a man, remained silent, simply staring and waiting.

The tension in the air reached its peak as Anastasia, Freya, and Boman watched from the sidelines. They had extensive information on each branch of the Obsidian Order, and it was clear that all of them were powerful and unique in their own right.

The first woman, Cassandra, possessed a bloodline that granted her control over an invisible, psychic "web" that she could weave around her enemies.

This web connected her to those caught within it, allowing her to manipulate their actions, thoughts, and even emotions.

The second, Vorak, had a bloodline that allowed him to manipulate his own body, as well as the flesh of anyone he touched. He could shape-shift, altering his form to resemble anyone or anything he had touched, down to the smallest detail.

And lastly, Gregor. His bloodline granted him the ability to manipulate the density and composition of his body, turning his skin, muscles, and bones into living metal.

Suddenly, Cassandra's lips twisted into a smile as she activated her artifact. "Let them come, Vorak."

Vorak nodded, his fingers curling around a fleshy, round object at his hip.

With a flick of his wrist, the artifact pulsed before expanding, releasing a swarm of twisted, grotesque minions.

Each minion was covered in raw, open flesh, their skin grafted and molded into terrifying forms.

However, the most striking feature was that, despite their horrifying forms, each minion radiated the power of a grandmaster- rank.

Without hesitation, they surged forward—screaming and howling as they charged toward the Triplets.

Behind them, Cassandra channeled her mana into her artifact, its form expanding until hundreds of figures appeared in front of her.

Anastasia and the others who saw the figures widened their eyes. These figures also radiated grandmaster- rank auras, but that wasn't what caught their attention.