Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 721

Chapter 721 Exhaustion

It felt like the world was ending.

Everything around him blurred, as though the air itself had turned into a cruel mirage.

His mind, heart, and even senses—they all felt like liars. Reality, once so sharp and clear, now felt vague and hollow, a distorted echo of what it should be.

The ground beneath him seemed foreign, like he was floating in an endless abyss. Nothing made sense anymore. Everything he'd fought for had crumbled to dust before his very eyes.

Atticus knelt before Freya's tombstone, his knees sinking into the earth as tears streamed down his face. His body trembled violently, his breaths coming out in ragged sobs.

"No… no, no, no…" he muttered between the sobs, his chest tightening with each breath. "After everything… after all the hard work… I failed. I failed her… I should've worked harder… I should've protected her…"

Every word that left his lips was heavy with self-blame, the guilt gnawing at him like a ravenous beast.

He buried his face in his hands, tears soaking his palms.

It felt as if the world itself was caving in on him, the weight of his own inadequacy crushing him under its unbearable force.

Anastasia soon arrived at the burial ground, her own heart breaking at the sight of her son kneeling before the grave, so lost in his sorrow that he didn't even notice her approach.

She wiped her eyes and called out softly, her voice trembling. "Atticus…" _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

But Atticus wasn't listening. He couldn't hear her. He was in his own world, his mind consumed by the overwhelming sadness and guilt that wracked his body.

The pain was so deep, so raw, that it resonated with something he hadn't known was possible.

Until now, Atticus hadn't realized that this emotion could resonate with this elements like this. But now he knew he had been wrong.

His emotions, so tightly bound to his elemental affinity, began to bleed into the air around him.

Water.

Sadness and grief resonated deeply with the element of water. Water was often associated with emotions, serenity and peace but currently, sorrow and tears.

It represented the fluidity of feelings, the ebb and flow of life, and the quiet yet overwhelming nature of grief, like a deep, sorrowful river.

The air began to shift. At first, it was subtle, barely noticeable—the faintest hint of moisture gathering around him.

But soon, it grew heavier, the atmosphere thick with humidity as the water molecules in the air responded to Atticus's grief, swirling around him with an unseen force.

Tears streamed down his face, but it wasn't just his tears that wet the earth. The moisture in the air thickened, droplets forming in the atmosphere and circling him like a storm.

His sorrow, his guilt, his despair—it all fueled the element of water, the element tied to the ebb and flow of emotions. And now, it was like a tidal wave of grief.

The ground beneath him was saturated, the moisture threatening to drown the very place he knelt in.