Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 851

Chapter 851 Rage

The colossal Eternal Canopy descended slowly, its massive trunk groaning as it fell toward the shattered ground of Sector 8. Despite the speed of its plummet, it seemed to move in slow motion, as though time itself had slowed.

To the people of sector 8 floating in the sky, held high by Magnus's crackling tendrils of lightning or other paragon abilities, it felt like the end of the world.

Buildings had crumbled into dust. Entire communities lay in ruins, their homes reduced to rubble. The clash between Atticus and Blackgate had been nothing short of catastrophic.

Yet, despite the devastation, every gaze was fixed on the falling tree.

Their expressions were frozen in horror and disbelief. But it wasn't the destroyed homes or the countless lives lost that filled their minds. It was the Eternal Canopy.

The tree had stood for generations, a symbol of stability, strength, and life. To the people of Sector 8, it was eternal, something they believed would outlive them all.

Now, it was falling.

The sheer impossibility of it struck them like a wave. It felt unreal, like a nightmare they couldn't wake from.

And then they felt it.

A sudden surge of sorrow, crashing into their souls like a tidal wave.

It wasn't their own.

It came from the spirits.

Countless ethereal beings poured out of their bodies, shimmering forms materializing in the air.

They wept.

The cries of the spirits were haunting, high-pitched wails mixed with mournful hums, each sound echoing with indescribable grief.

The sorrow was so profound it seized the people, their bonds with the spirits pulling the emotions into them. Tears streamed down their faces without them realizing.

They cried as the tree descended, overwhelmed by sadness that wasn't theirs.

But it didn't last.

Suddenly, the sorrow froze.

The expressions of the people shifted. Their tears dried, replaced by something hotter.

Anger.

In unison, every spirit turned, their ethereal eyes locking onto a single figure hovering high in the air.

Atticus.

Their gazes burned with primal hatred, their fury boiling over as a suffocating wave of killing intent flooded the sector.

The pressure was staggering. The air turned heavy, suffocating, pressing down on every living being. The sky grew darker, the atmosphere charged with tension.

Magnus, Oberon, and the other paragons narrowed their eyes. They felt it instantly.

The killing intent was undeniable.

Another battle was about to erupt.

Magnus's and Oberon's gazes flicked to Seraphina, their expressions sharp. Among everyone present, only she could pose a real threat should a battle begin. The rest were cannon fodder.

But Seraphina… she didn't seem to notice.

Her gaze was fixed on the falling tree, her expression distant.

She had been raised to revere the Eternal Canopy. It was the source of spiritual energy in Eldoralth, the lifeblood of the Starhaven family's power.

Without it… would spiritual energy cease to exist in this world? Would the Starhaven family lose their powers? Would her family's legacy, built over countless generations, end with her?

Was this really happening?

The thought made her heart pound. Her mind was muddled, lost in a storm of fears and questions, oblivious to the seething tension building around her.

And now, all eyes were on Atticus.

He hovered in the sky, faint streaks of lightning illuminating his form. His cold, unyielding expression made him seem less like a boy and more like a deity.