Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 709

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The world seemed to explode. _{freewёbnoνel.com}

The ground shook violently as the impact rocked the estate, the force of the explosion leveling everything in its path.

Buildings disintegrated, stone and steel alike crumbling into dust. The earth itself seemed to split as the shockwave tore through the landscape, engulfing everything in smoke and fire.

Avalon, the three stars, and the others arrived at the scene at that moment, their utter shock evident on their faces.

Avalon's gaze frantically searched for his wife and mother amidst the chaos. Relief washed over him as he spotted them, along with Freya and Arya, a distance away from the explosion's origin. But that relief quickly turned to bafflement.

Not a single whip of hot air or even smoke reached the group. The area around them appeared clear.

Avalon's gaze narrowed, and he vanished, reappearing in front of the group.

"Ana, Mom, are you guys okay?"

Anastasia turned toward Avalon, relief flooding her features. She nodded with a smile, but it faded as she remembered the situation. Avalon approached and enveloped both of them in a deep hug. He instantly noticed Freya's frail nature and the exhausted, drained look on his wife, a surge of intense anger settling in.

"You might want to save that for later. We have more pressing matters at hand," Lyanna's voice cut through his thoughts. He turned to see her, Sirius, Nathan, and the Ravenstein elders alongside the Sanctum masters hovering above them, their gazes fixed skyward where thick smoke billowed.

There was not a single face among them that wasn't thoroughly shocked. Although the smoke engulfed the area, they were grandmasters, capable of seeing through it with ease.

"Anastasia, are you sure you gave birth to that boy?"

Nathan's remark hung in the air. No one laughed. None of them could. The being currently floating high up, cloaked in intense fire, was undeniably Atticus, Avalon's sixteen-year-old son.

Nathan's words might have seemed like a joke, but it was what they all wondered: Was that boy even human?

It was as if a nuclear explosion had just unfolded. The battlefield below lay in ruins, and the sky itself was alight with the remnants of Atticus's devastating power.

With a single thought, Atticus unleashed another shockwave. It radiated from him, a pulse of raw energy that blasted through the smoke, scattering the remnants of dust and ash like paper caught in the wind.

The dust had barely begun to clear when, suddenly, multiple golden lights ignited where the Obsidian Order's branch heads had been. They shot into the sky with incredible speed, attempting to escape the sector.

The gazes of everyone present sharpened. They were trying to flee.

Lyanna's voice rang out in anger, her eyes burning. "Don't let them escape!"

Her fists clenched, her aura flaring with fury. Avalon's face darkened as well, a deep frown settling over his features, but his mind quickly shifted—he remembered who was floating high above them.

A serene voice suddenly echoed across the entire space, freezing the escaping lights mid-flight. "Surely, you don't intend to leave after doing all of this, do you?"

The voice carried a calm power that blanketed the entire capital, an aura both serene and deadly.