Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 836

Chapter 836 Monster

In Eldoralth, grandmasters were the backbone of any war effort.

These were individuals of extraordinary strength, capable of single-handedly altering the outcome of a battle with their mere presence.

A single grandmaster could reduce entire cities to rubble in hours or face entire armies without faltering. Their abilities elevated them beyond warriors, they were living weapons.

Every race in Eldoralth, humanity included, understood their immense value. The number of grandmasters across the domain was significant but not limitless; they remained a rare and precious resource.

Each grandmaster represented decades, sometimes centuries, of rigorous training and experience. Losing even one was a devastating blow to any faction.

Which was why it was utterly shocking to see over thirty grandmasters fall, all at the hands of a single 17-year-old boy.

A rage-filled voice shattered the suffocating silence.

"HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU KILL THE SPIRITS!"

The heads of Veylor and the twins snapped to the side, their eyes landing on Elder Lorthan, who was seething with fury.

As soon as Veylor had shot into the skies, Elder Lorthan had instinctively grabbed Kaelan and retreated as far as he could.

He was utterly shocked, so shocked it defied explanation.

Of all people, Elder Lorthan had expected Atticus to emerge from the spiritual lake completely drained and helpless.

Even for a genius of unprecedented caliber, the synchronization process should have left him exhausted. If a battle were to break out, Elder Lorthan hadn't worried about being discovered.

After all, they were under the eternal canopy, a colossal tree emanating an incomprehensible amount of spiritual energy that blanketed the entire sector.

The spiritual energy was so dense that even Seraphina, a paragon, would be unable to detect any fluctuations unless she was physically present in the underground world herself.

But she was not.

Even after witnessing Atticus emerge from the lake unscathed, Elder Lorthan had remained unconcerned. If they all worked together, using their varied abilities, they should have been able to take him down.

That had been Elder Lorthan's confident belief.

However, the events that followed turned his blood ice-cold.

The moment Atticus stepped out of the lake, he nearly obliterated their three strongest men without hesitation.

Overwhelmed by a primal fear that surged through his experienced body, Elder Lorthan had instinctively grabbed Kaelan and created as much distance as possible. It turned out to be the best decision he had ever made.

But there was no relief in his heart.

As he watched the carnage unfold, all Elder Lorthan felt was unrelenting anger.

He didn't care about the grandmasters. In fact, even if millions of humans perished before his eyes, he likely wouldn't have batted an eye.

But watching the spirits, beings he had revered and worshipped his entire life? be annihilated before him?

Something inside him broke.

Elder Lorthan completely ignored Kaelan, who trembled behind him. With his eyes blazing red and fury burning through his veins, he opened his mouth.

"Manifest!"

His voice boomed like thunder, shaking the battlefield to its core.

The spiritual energy around him condensed, thickening to an oppressive degree. It grew suffocating, crushing down on everything like a massive invisible weight.

A blinding purple light erupted from his chest, piercing the underground sky like a violent explosion.

The light surged outward with incredible momentum, and from its center, a colossal form began to emerge.

The creature's body resembled a whale, its massive frame shimmering with translucent scales that refracted the purple glow like a living jewel.

Its presence exuded raw, unrestrained power, filling the battlefield with an overwhelming sense of dominance.

The spirit roared, its deafening cry echoing like a tempest, shaking the earth itself to its very foundation.