Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 707

Chapter 707 Arcs

What was the first thing that came to mind when one heard the saying, 'life flashing before your eyes?'

Many would go for the literal route—where, at death's door, memories of your entire life would flash through your mind, especially the important ones.

Others might take the emotional route—where instead of just memories, you'd feel a flood of intense emotions tied to the moments and people that mattered most to you.

But most would forget an important aspect of the whole situation: the person's current emotions.

Depending on the circumstances, those emotions could vary significantly—regret, unwillingness, or even happiness.

But for Elysia, it was none of these.

Elysia forgot everything. She forgot her eternal love for her skin and beauty. She forgot her loyalty to the Obsidian Order. She forgot every single memory of her life up until now. Instead, only one emotion overwhelmed her—fear.

As Elysia soared backward through the air, her body contorted in pain, her face a mangled mess of seared flesh.

The heat from Atticus's flames had deformed her once-prized skin, the agony consuming her every nerve. The air roared past her, but in her mind, everything slowed.

She felt the sharp sting of reality, the visceral pain clawing at her, and then… the fear.

Her body aged rapidly, wrinkles forming along her face, her once-vibrant hair turning stark white.

The energy she had to pull from her very essence just to keep her head intact after the impact was draining most of her life away.

She felt it—her youth, her vitality—slipping through her fingers like sand. Her skin sagged, her bones creaked, and her vision dimmed.

The life force she had sacrificed to survive this moment had left her old, broken, and fragile.

Through the world of pain, she forced her eyes to shift, to search for the one who had done this to her.

But Atticus was already gone—vanished.

All she saw was the shimmering trail of fire that had cut through the air where he had moved.

'No…' her mind whispered, her thoughts racing even as her body struggled to hold on. Fear tightened its grip on her soul.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she craned her neck, searching the area, her mind screaming at her to find him before—

There!

A streak of fire blazed above her, and then… he was there. Atticus appeared, his flaming katana raised high, the inferno of his presence lighting the night like a second sun.

His movements were fluid, like a phantom of fire, unreal in their speed. But for Elysia, whose life was slipping through her grasp, it all felt like slow motion.

The katana, ablaze with intense heat, descended toward her head like divine judgment. Time seemed to stop. She could see the reflection of her own terror in the blade's surface, distorted by the flames that danced around it.

'Ah… so this is it…'