Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 752

Chapter 752 Lost

The arena was a sea of fire, molten and searing.

Draktharion's breath had scorched everything in its path, the heat so intense that even the sky seemed to shudder under its weight.

The people of the dragon race roared, their voices shaking the air. The fire had engulfed Atticus— powerful or not, there was no way a human could escape such a devastating attack. He had to be dead!

But soon enough, those cheers stopped.

From within the fiery storm, two glowing crimson eyes pierced through the blaze, brighter than the fire itself.

They cut through the flames like a predator's gaze, locking onto Draktharion with terrifying calm.

The sound of two footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate. Calm and measured.

Atticus walked through the fire as if it were nothing more than a gentle breeze, his form completely untouched by the inferno raging around him.

The fire that had turned the arena into a hellscape swirled at a five-meter radius around him, tamed and bending to his will, as though he were the true king of flames.

The impossible sight froze every dragon in their tracks.

At that moment, the notion that dragons were the lords of fire was shattered in the minds of everyone watching.

The true lord of fire could only be this 16 year old boy.

Draktharion's gaze trembled. 'What the hell was this human?'

"It's time to end this," Atticus muttered, his voice calm, ice cold.

He decided to stop holding back. From the very beginning of the battle, it was clear, although not to others, that he had been holding back considerably. The simple fact that he hadn't attacked first was a testament to this.

Draktharion was an apex, a reincarnator. Someone of unknown origins. Atticus knew how many tricks he himself had up his sleeve, but he had no idea what Draktharion might have— potentially something dangerous. Because of this, he had chosen to be cautious.

However, from what he had seen, it was painfully obvious that this was Draktharion's last-ditch effort. _{ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom}

And so, it was time to stop holding back.

The air around him shifted. The once gentle flames blazed fiercely, responding to Atticus's will. The fire molecules in the air—every single one of them—came under his command, pulsing with new intensity.

Atticus took a step forward.

The sea of flames that Draktharion had unleashed suddenly dispersed, vanishing as if they had never existed.

To Atticus, Draktharion's transformation into a giant target was the worst mistake he could've made.

Another step forward. Atticus calmly sheathed his katana, his eyes sharp.

The fire molecules coalesced all around the arena, gathering and molding together with speed. In an instant, towering fiery constructs began to form behind him, each one a massive humanoid figure, glowing with the fierce aura of titans.

They stood like an army, blazing giants, each one radiating a terrifying presence.

The brows of every Ravenstein watching shot up in absolute shock, and even Avalon couldn't help but stand from his seat.