Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 720

Chapter 720 No…

Atticus dreamt of a place engulfed in intense fire.

The flames roared around him, scorching the very air he breathed. Even though fire was a part of him, the heat here was overwhelming.

His skin burned, his throat was parched as though he hadn't tasted water in decades, and yet he couldn't move.

His muscles felt like lead, rooted to the ground, the weight of the fire pressing down on him, unrelenting.

The thought of death briefly flickered in his mind. Was this how it would end?

"Atticus!"

"Atticus!"

A voice cut through the inferno, calling his name. It was distant, yet unmistakable—a voice that had always brought him warmth, love, and safety.

Mom.

Anastasia's face flashed in his mind—her features twisted in pain, her skin burning in the fire that surrounded them both.

Atticus's heart clenched. The pain was unbearable, the heat suffocating, but he couldn't ignore her call.

He couldn't let her suffer.

His will suddenly firmed. Crimson light flickered in his eyes as he struggled against the invisible chains holding him down.

His mother needed him.

Through the blaze, he saw her smile, soft and comforting, and then everything went dark.

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Atticus's eyes snapped open, only to immediately squint against the blinding brightness that assaulted them.

The light was too intense, too sharp after so much darkness. He quickly shut his eyes again, breathing heavily as his senses adjusted.

Slowly, he opened them once more, the world around him coming into focus.

He lay in a large king sized bed, the familiar scents of home filling the air.

'I'm in my room?' Atticus could never forget the room he had grown up in.

"Urgh..."

His body felt heavy, drained, but intact.

He suddenly noticed a shadow looming over him, and when his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was Anastasia—his mother, sitting beside him, tears streaming down her face.

She was crying, but smiling, her hands trembling as they reached out to him. "Atticus… you're awake," she whispered, her voice filled with relief.

Atticus blinked, the memories of the battle rushing back to him—the flames, the chaos, the battles, and… his mother.

She had saved him.

His gaze drifted over her, noticing the faint signs of age that hadn't been there before. She had aged slightly, by almost a decade.

Without a word, Atticus pulled himself up and hugged her, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

Anastasia sobbed against him, unable to control her body from shaking as she clutched her son as though she'd never let go.

"You… you were gone for days… I was so scared," she murmured, her voice breaking.

Atticus tightened his hold on her. "I'm sorry, Mom," he whispered. He truly hated making her feel this way. It was never his intention.

After a moment, Anastasia pulled back slightly, wiping her tears but keeping one hand on his.

"You should take it easy," she said softly, trying her best to regain her composure.

"You've been through so much. Rest now."

Atticus shook his head. "I'm fine," he said quietly, but soon regretted it as he saw the darkened look on Anastasia's face. She wasn't taking no for an answer.

With a sigh, he rested his back against the bed, his thoughts momentarily scattered.

His gaze flickered for a moment. "Where is everyone? And where are we?" he asked, realizing that the entire estate had been destroyed during the battle.