Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 701

Chapter 701 Puppeteer

The atmosphere was tense as Anastasia, Freya, and Arya fixed their gazes on Elysia, their guards raised to the highest degree.

'She's the most troublesome,' Anastasia thought, her expression serious.

Alvis, Ronad, and Gideon each had direct powers, focusing primarily on strength and elemental abilities. But Elysia was different.

Elysia, the Reaper of Time.

Her bloodline was particularly troublesome, allowing her to steal vitality from anything she wished and use it in numerous ways. Her bloodline had many conditions, but even the Ravensteins hadn't been able to figure out all of its intricacies.

Before Anastasia could respond, Freya suddenly stepped forward, positioning herself just in front of her.

"Ugh," Elysia sneered in disgust. "You barely have enough for yourself. Don't waste my time."

She waved her hand dismissively, as though shooing Freya away. But Freya's aura erupted outward, her grandmaster+ rank power blanketing the entire space.

"Mother!" Anastasia called out in worry, but Freya maintained her cold gaze as she spoke.

"Come out and stay back."

For a moment, Freya's shadow hesitated before swirling, and the figure of a middle-aged woman emerged from it.

"It's too dangerous, my lady," Freya's Ravenblade said, standing protectively beside Anastasia.

Despite the warning, Freya's aura continued to grow, her blue hair rising in waves as a thin blue glow enveloped her body.

"You are all in the master+ rank. Only I can handle her, so I will handle her," Freya said, her voice unusually cold, leaving no room for argument or refusal.

The calm, serene nature she was known for had vanished, replaced by a fierce coldness that radiated from her.

Anastasia and Arya were taken aback by the change, but Freya's Ravenblade wasn't. She had been with Freya the longest and knew what she was capable of.

A blue mist suddenly swept out from Freya, engulfing the surrounding area. In the next second, skeletal hands burst from the ground, and a staggering number of skeletal warriors rose from the earth, each holding a different weapon.

Freya, the Puppeteer.

This was the true Freya—the one feared on the battlefield before she married into the Ravenstein family.

She was feared for many reasons, one of the most important being her ability to overwhelm her opponents with sheer numbers.

Freya's bloodline was reanimation. She could breathe life and control into inanimate objects—or even the dead. Of course, the bodies she controlled were mindless, without ego, possessing only the will to obey and carry out any task she assigned.

The number of people who had died in the Ravenstein estate, either slain or lost in brutal battles and wars, numbered in the thousands. And right now, Freya was tapping into that vast reserve.

Freya's eyes glowed an intense blue, followed by the glowing eyes of the countless skeletal warriors. With a flick of her wrist, they shot toward Elysia with incredible speed.

Elysia frowned. What the hell was this?

The strength of the approaching skeletons barely reached master rank. Their numbers might be overwhelming, but to her, they were no more than ants.

"Time Siphon."