Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722 Resolve

Anastasia gently laid Atticus on the bed, carefully pulling the blankets over him. His face was still stained with dried tears. She wiped away the tear tracks, brushing a few stray strands of his white hair out of his face, and gave him a deep kiss on the forehead. "Rest," she whispered softly, staring at him for a few moments, her heart aching.

With a final glance, she left the room. As the door closed behind her, silence descended, broken only by the soft rustle of the sheets as Atticus began to stir. "No…" he groaned faintly, his voice trembling.

His breathing grew ragged as his body jerked sharply, his face contorting in pain as he relived horrors in his mind. The darkness in the corner of the room stirred, and from its depths, Arya stepped out, her eyes heavy. She approached him slowly, her heart breaking as she saw his distress. Without a word, she knelt by the bed, gently wiping the sweat forming on his brow. Her fingers lightly brushed against his cheek. "I'm sorry…" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Tears welled up in her eyes as she placed a comforting hand on his face, silently crying as she watched over him.

She stayed there for hours, wiping his sweat and murmuring quiet apologies, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. At least, she hoped.

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Atticus's dream shifted into a nightmare.

He was surrounded by darkness, the world cold and empty. His feet felt heavy as he moved through the shadows. Then he saw her—Anastasia, his mother.

Her face was pale, her eyes wide with fear, as a dark figure emerged behind her, grabbing her by the neck.

Atticus tried to scream, but no sound left his throat.

He tried to run, but his legs wouldn't move. He was frozen in place, helpless as he watched the life drain from her eyes.

The figure tossed her lifeless body to the ground like a broken doll, and Atticus's heart shattered.

Suddenly, the scene shifted. Avalon, his father, stood before him, facing an overwhelming wave of enemies. He fought valiantly, but the tide was too great. In a flash, he was struck down, his body collapsing into the dirt.

"No… no, please…"

One by one, the faces of his family, friends, and loved ones flashed before his eyes, each one being consumed by the darkness while Atticus stood frozen, powerless to stop it.

"No…"

Atticus awoke with a start, gasping for breath, his heart racing as if it might burst from his chest. His eyes darted around the room, expecting to see his body drenched in sweat, but it wasn't. _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

The room was bright— morning had come, sunlight streaming through the window, casting long shadows across the floor.

He sat up, his breathing still heavy, looking around the empty room. He could've sworn he had felt someone with him while he slept, but now… there was no one.

His mind was still foggy with the remnants of the nightmare, but as his eyes landed on the corner of the room, memories of the past few days came crashing back, and the weight of it all hit him like a punch to the gut. Freya's death. The burial. His failure.

Atticus slumped back onto the bed, covering his eyes with his right arm as tears began to flow once more.

He sobbed quietly, the grief still raw and painful. He had failed. Failed to protect her. Failed to save her. Failed to be strong when it mattered most.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry…" he muttered under his breath, the words a broken plea to the universe, as though somehow, he could turn back time. If only he could.