Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 852

Chapter 852 Restoration

Ismara was a Tier 6 spirit, and because of her bond with Seraphina, her established strength had unlocked the power of a paragon. In simple terms, she possessed the might of a paragon.

Seraphina called but Ismara did not listen.

The air grew still.

The spirits roared, their faces filled with hatred. One by one, they surged forward, their ethereal forms blazing with wrath.

The paragons of humanity tensed.

Magnus's gaze snapped to the falling Atticus. His lightning flared, and thunder roared.

Then, the air exploded.

A bolt of lightning struck down from the heavens with a deafening crack, bathing the entire battlefield in electric blue light.

In the wake of the lightning, Magnus appeared, his figure radiating raw power.

In one hand, he held his lightning-forged spear, crackling with volatile energy. In the other, he cradled Atticus's unconscious body, his grip careful but firm.

The air trembled under his presence. His cold, piercing gaze locked onto the charging spirits.

Ismara stopped abruptly, her golden eyes narrowing. The other spirits froze mid-air, their blazing rage flickering like dying flames.

Magnus swept his spear to the side, the motion alone creating a shockwave so powerful it made the ground tremble.

His voice boomed, deep and unrelenting, like thunder rolling across the sky.

"You have five seconds."

Four words. That was all.

But those words carried absolute authority, a warning that left no room for misunderstanding.

The spirits' auras faltered. Ismara's golden eyes trembled.

The meaning behind those words was clear.

Attack, and he will destroy you.

Hesitate, and he will destroy you.

Stay, and he will destroy you.

There was no reasoning with him. There was no bending him.

Boom.

Before anyone could react, three figures descended beside him.

The air grew heavier.

Oberon, Luminos, and Thorne landed with resounding force, their combined auras shaking the ruined battlefield.

Their expressions were cold, their gazes sharp as they faced the spirits.

One by one, the other paragons descended, forming a protective wall around Magnus and Atticus.

No words were exchanged.

Their intentions were clear.

This was a warning.

The tension was suffocating.

Ismara's golden gaze trembled as a figure stepped gently forward, landing in front of the paragons and facing the spirit directly.

"Seraphina," Ismara's voice was cold, her gaze sharp. "Are you choosing to betray the spirits? After everything we've done for you?"