Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 718

Chapter 718 Silent Type

Atticus still hadn't woken up. Two days had passed, and yet he remained unconscious.

Anastasia hadn't left his side for a single moment. She stayed beside him, her hand gently brushing through his snow-white hair.

Despite the healing potions Avalon had given her, Anastasia's body still showed signs of age. The burns and wounds had healed, but the toll Elysia's life-draining ability had taken on her was visible.

She had aged, the vitality stolen from her far more than what any potion could restore.

She sat in silence, her eyes soft as she looked at her son lovingly. Arya, silently standing in the shadows, remained quiet, watching over them both.

Since the battle had ended, Arya had been unusually silent, her thoughts filled with deep shame, hidden from everyone.

Meanwhile, in another part of the Ravenstein mansion, Avalon stepped out of a room, his eyes red and bloodshot, his face pale and weary.

His entire mood was off, and the fire molecules that normally danced around him with warmth now flickered coldly, reflecting the sadness and anger within him.

As he walked, he met Magnus standing just outside the door. Magnus's presence was as heavy as ever, but this time, Avalon sensed something different in his father—something he had never sensed before. Sadness. Unwillingness.

It was the first time Avalon had ever seen Magnus like this. The man who had always been confident, always certain of everything, now stood with a weight on his shoulders that even he couldn't seem to shake.

The two men—father and son—locked eyes for a moment. Neither spoke, but there was no need for words.

Both understood the depth of the pain the other was feeling. In this vast estate, surrounded by family and power, they were simply two grieving men.

They nodded to each other in silent understanding, neither of them speaking as they passed by one another.

Avalon paused for a second, watching as Magnus came to a stop in front of the door. And then, in a sight Avalon never thought he'd see, Magnus—a man who had shaken the entire human domain only days before—took a deep breath.

He steadied himself before gathering the courage to enter the room.

Avalon continued his walk, his legs moving aimlessly through the estate. His gaze was distant, his mind unfocused. He moved like a man lost, a hollow shell of the warrior he once was.

Soon, three figures joined him—Sirius, Lyanna, and Nathan. They said nothing, but their presence was enough.

They had grown up together, shared victories and losses, and they knew Avalon better than anyone. There was nothing they could say to ease his pain.

They couldn't bring back what he had lost. But they could be there, walking beside him in silence.

As Avalon's absent-minded walk led them toward a building on the southern side of the estate, the three exchanged silent glances, their expressions shifting as they realized where Avalon was heading. _{freēwebnovel.com}

This was where they kept their prisoners.