Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 704

Chapter 704 Leave

In the minds of many of the onlookers, the situation appeared bleak.

Arya and Freya's Ravenblade struggled, trying to force their bodies to stand, but to no avail. They had both taken devastating hits to their chests. Blood streamed from their gritted teeth, each of them fighting through the pain.

Their eyes were fixed on their respective ladies, who were struggling for their lives, their hearts pounding. Both felt an intense shame for failing to protect them.

Arya's hands trembled as she lifted herself off the floor. Her right leg was limp, but she didn't care as she dragged it behind her.

The thought of Anastasia dying in front of her—it was unthinkable. She moved a few steps but soon collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, her body no longer responding despite her best efforts.

'No, no, no, no, no.'

A scene many would never have thought possible unfolded. A Ravenblade, a ruthless assassin, was crying. Tears streamed down Arya's face as her hand stretched forward, as if trying to reach her lady. But reality was cruel.

Elysia's laughter echoed as she continued siphoning the life force from the duo.

The reality of the situation finally settled deep in Arya's heart—her lady was going to die. Fear clamped down so tight that she closed her eyes, praying for a miracle.

Then it came.

The sound of two words, so cold it made the temperature plummet, reached her ears.

Her eyes flew open just in time to witness it—a blinding crimson arc cutting through the sky. It cleaved the horizon in two, bathing the entire estate in blood-red light.

'W-what?'

Arya struggled to make sense of the situation, but she wasn't the only one. Boman, Gideon, along with the triplets and the Obsidian trio, all paused for a moment, their gazes fixed on the sky.

Everything was happening so fast, yet the world seemed to move in slow motion.

The onlookers were confused, with Anastasia and Freya still battling for their lives. However, Elysia felt something different from the others.

The intense danger she had sensed earlier, the one that had made her panic, had returned—multiplied tenfold.

Elysia felt an overwhelming amount of killing intent directed toward her, so intense she couldn't believe it was coming from just one person.

Elysia didn't think—she couldn't. Her instincts took over, driving her to use almost all the life force she'd just siphoned. Energy surged through her, burning like fire in her veins.

She released her grip on both necks, the ground imploding beneath her as she shot backward faster than thought. But just as she moved, the blinding crimson slash reached its target.

The impact was cataclysmic. The ground split apart like a hot knife slicing through butter, the force of the slash tearing through everything in its path.

Buildings crumbled, and a shockwave of energy rippled outward, obliterating everything within reach.

Smoke and dust filled the air, swallowing the battlefield in chaos.

Through the thick dust, Elysia's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with a pair of glowing, blood-red irises piercing through the haze. A chill gripped her soul, shivers crawling down her spine.

'W-what the hell…?'

Elysia couldn't explain it. No, it shouldn't even be possible in the first place. All that killing intent—could it really be coming from just one person?

As the dust began to clear, Elysia's gaze landed on the source of it all.

Blood-red eyes, snow-white hair floating back in formless waves, and a face so flawlessly handsome it looked as though it had been carved by the gods themselves. He was clad in a tight black exosuit, his entire body enveloped in a palpable crimson glow.

Atticus Ravenstein.