Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 822

Chapter 822 Impaired

Seraphina's expression was completely serious.

It was an unusual sight. The last time she had looked this way was when she saw a 16-year-old boy form a domain, a moment as absurd as pigs growing wings and flying. Yet, it only served to highlight how serious the current situation was.

Wait. Start all over again,' Seraphina said inwardly, seemingly speaking to herself. A strange silence followed, but Seraphina didn't seem to mind. She knew exactly how her spirit was.

She could practically feel the judgmental stare of her spirit, but she was all too used to it.

After a few seconds, an aged voice sounded in her mind.

'Perhaps if you focused more on developing your intellect rather than flirting with everyone, as I've always told you, I wouldn't have to repeat myself.'

Seraphina's mouth twitched, but she didn't bother to refute. She had heard everything her spirit had said earlier, but the shock of it made her want confirmation.

'I'll let this matter go for now. But I suggest you listen carefully this time because I won't be repeating myself again.'

'Wait!' Seraphina interrupted, feeling another judgmental stare aimed her way. She ignored it, disappearing from where she stood and reappearing in front of Atticus, who looked a little startled.

"Let's talk," she said curtly.

Before Atticus could respond, he found himself standing inside a private room with Seraphina.

Magnus and the other paragons had left after ensuring there was no threat. Since it was simply a spirit that Atticus had summoned, they deemed it a non issue. Rogue spirits were unheard of in history, and the fact that no one was harmed led them to table the matter for the time being.

"Did something happen?" Atticus asked, meeting Seraphina's gaze. He instantly sensed that something was wrong. 'Bad news?' he wondered.

Seraphina stared at him for several moments before letting out a heavy sigh.

"There's something you should hear," she said finally.

A blue light radiated from Seraphina's chest, and from it emerged a petite figure.

The spirit had a slender, ghostly form, draped in a tattered gray cloak. Her presence was calm yet commanding, and her large golden eyes held an intensity that seemed to pierce through one's soul.

"Her name is Ismara, and she's my spirit," Seraphina said.

Atticus turned to Ismara, and an awkward silence ensued. 'This is uncomfortable,' he thought.

Ismara hovered silently in the air, her intense golden eyes fixed on him.

Atticus shifted uncomfortably and glanced at Seraphina, who shrugged and mouthed, 'I'm sorry.'

After what felt like an eternity, Ismara finally spoke.

"You're the one they call Atticus Ravenstein. Hmm. I honestly thought you'd be… taller."

She floated around him slowly, speaking as she examined him.

"Your facial structure… passable. Strong jawline, decent symmetry. Nothing exceptional, though. Certainly not enough to warrant the reputation I've heard."

Her gaze lowered, scanning him from head to toe. _{freewebnσvel.cѳm}

"Physique… moderate. You're well built, I suppose, but lacking refinement. Strength without grace is wasted effort. I'd recommend working on your posture. You stand like someone carrying the weight of the world, but not with enough dignity to make it inspiring."

Ismara floated closer, her piercing gaze narrowing slightly.