Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 835

Chapter 835 Dare

The world went silent.

Every pair of eyes stared wide in utter disbelief. The bluish-purple slash continued carving through the horizon, leaving behind a trail of devastation so profound it seemed like the world itself was being split apart.

For a brief moment, no one dared to breathe, the silence thick and suffocating. The killing intent emanating from the grandmasters, that had blanketed the area, dissolved like sugar in water.

But what replaced it was far worse.

It was akin to the shockwave of a nuclear explosion. A killing intent so potent it caused every grandmaster in the area to shudder erupted from Atticus, saturating the air with suffocating intensity.

Everyone froze, their minds short-circuiting as they forgot how to think. They each knew what they were, a bloodthirsty group who had unleashed massacres and killed thousands. Fear wasn't foreign to them. But they had always been the one inflicting it. Yet now, it was the only thing they could feel.

From high above, Veylor's gaze trembled.

They had been wrong. They had been so wrong.

Atticus's powers were beyond anything they had assumed. His victory in the Nexus had been based on pure skill. This was the reality. This was the Apex of humanity.

Despite the shock that filled the air, Atticus's calm gaze remained fixed on Veylor high in the sky. As their eyes met, Veylor's instincts screamed at him.

They couldn't afford to waste time.

Atticus had seen them, and he would kill them.

Veylor's gaze darkened, his voice thundering, shaking the very air.

"Don't hold back anything! Attack him with everything you have!" His command echoed across the desolation, vibrating like the drumbeat of war. His tone peaked into a roar.

"NOW!"

The world snapped back into motion.

The grandmasters shook off their fear, hands clenched, teeth gritted, before erupting in unison. Their spiritual energy ignited like an inferno, lighting up the battlefield.

Multiple purple beams shot into the sky, piercing the heavens like apocalyptic beacons. The ground quaked and splintered as an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy flooded the area, shaking the very foundation of the earth.

The atmosphere turned oppressive, as though the world itself was preparing to collapse under the weight of the grandmasters' combined might.

Their voices reverberated like thunder as they roared in unison,

"Manifest!"

The air rippled and twisted as the grandmasters activated their ultimate powers. A blinding flash of light erupted from their chests, and their bonded spirits burst forth, expanding into towering, domineering forms.

Each spirit radiated an aura so intense it felt as though gravity had multiplied a thousandfold.

The battlefield transformed. Where one spirit landed, a lush forest erupted, ancient trees stretching skyward and covering the earth in green.

Where another landed, a storm surged, black clouds churning as lightning tore across the sky, rain pouring down on the earth.

A third spirit turned the ground to molten rock, lava bubbling and hissing as flames danced wildly across the battlefield.

Each spirit reshaped the landscape into their own domain, their elemental powers clashing and mixing, creating a chaotic, apocalyptic battlefield.

The grandmasters stood side by side with their spirits, their combined presence crushingly overwhelming.

In Eldoralth, reaching the grandmaster rank meant mastering one's power to an extraordinary degree. For most elementalists, this mastery manifested as a domain, an ability that allowed absolute control over their element within a certain range.

But the Starhaven family was different. Their powers weren't tied to elemental domains but to their spiritual energy and the connection to their bonded spirits.

For the Starhaven, achieving the grandmaster rank required reaching a point where their spiritual energy, combined with their bond, could physically manifest their spirits in the material world.

When this happened, the environment transformed into one where their spirits thrived, reshaping the battlefield into a realm tailored to their spirit's power. The spirits, now fully realized, would fight alongside their partners in Eldoralth.

This was the power of the Starhaven grandmasters.