Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 837

Chapter 837 Three

Elder Lorthan had always revered those who bonded with higher-tier spirits, and Kaelan was one of them. But at this moment, none of that mattered.

A bitter smile graced Elder Lorthan's lips as his gaze shifted to his spirit, the magnificent behemoth that had stood beside him in all its glory.

In that fleeting moment, he found peace. For all the betrayal, for all the wrongs he had done, at least he had served the spirits he worshipped to the very end.

A faint glow began to envelop his body and his spirit, thin lines of bluish-purple light spreading like veins across their forms. With a soft sigh, Elder Lorthan whispered his final thought.

"At least I served them… to the end."

The slash appeared without warning.

It tore through Elder Lorthan and his spirit simultaneously, clean and precise. His body split neatly in two, each half collapsing to the ground in silence.

Above him, his spirit let out a mournful cry before its colossal form shattered into countless glowing fragments, dissolving into the air like a dying constellation.

The battlefield fell silent once more.

It had taken mere moments. Elder Lorthan and his spirit were gone, obliterated with a single strike. It wasn't a fight, it was an execution.

Kaelan's trembling voice shattered the oppressive silence as Atticus held him high up by the mouth. His voice was shrill, shaking with desperation.

"Y-you can't kill me!" Kaelan stammered, his words tumbling over each other.

"My father is an important elder of the Starhaven family! If you harm me, they'll hunt you down! They'll have your head! You'll regret—"

Atticus's grip tightened.

A sizzling sound echoed through the tense air as smoke began to rise from Kaelan's burning face, Atticus's hand glowing with concentrated spiritual energy.

Kaelan's screams pierced the battlefield as he thrashed wildly, trying in vain to free himself from the iron grip. His words dissolved into incoherent cries, but none of it mattered.

Atticus's gaze remained impassive, his expression cold and detached as he watched the boy struggle.

To Kaelan, this was the most harrowing moment of his life. His plan had been perfect. Atticus was supposed to emerge from the lake weak and vulnerable, and that would have been the end of it. Everything should have gone as planned.

But reality was cruel.

Kaelan's tears and mucus mixed with the blood streaming down his face. He couldn't think past the unbearable pain. Meeting Atticus's emotionless gaze sent a surge of dread through him. He knew. He knew. Atticus would kill him.

Desperation surged through Kaelan as his spiritual energy flared in one final attempt to escape. His body shimmered as he tried to phase out of Atticus's grasp using his spirit ability.

But Atticus's hand ignited with a vortex of spiritual energy.

Kaelan's phasing body instantly solidified, his form trapped as the energy bound him. The sickening sound of cracking bones echoed through the battlefield as Atticus's grip tightened, shattering Kaelan's cheekbone.

In a last-ditch effort, Kaelan's chest erupted with light as his bonded spirit materialized behind him.

The tier 6 ethereal wolf stood tall, its translucent form radiating immense power. Its luminous eyes burned with rage as it let out a deafening howl.

"You dare touch him?" the wolf snarled, its deep voice echoing across the battlefield.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing, human? To kill him is to defy the Starhaven family! Worse, you'll become an enemy to the spirits themselves! We will make sure you—"

The wolf's voice faltered, its confident tone replaced by stunned silence.

Its glowing form flickered erratically, and an unnatural coldness seeped into its core. Something was wrong. Its head whipped around in panic, its gaze falling on its own body.

Thin, glowing slashes appeared across its translucent form, spreading like cracks in fragile glass.

The spirit's luminous eyes turned back to Atticus, who hadn't even acknowledged its presence. That single act of complete disregard, of being entirely ignored, burned the wolf with an intense fury.

A lowly human from a lower world dared?