Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 872

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"Destroyed?"

The dragon delegate's voice was filled with disbelief. It wasn't a small claim.

The dragon race prided themselves on the durability of their scales. Grandmaster+ rank dragon scales were among the hardest materials on the planet. For anyone below a paragon rank, it was nearly impossible to destroy them.

Yet, what was he hearing now? Destroyed? It was hard to believe, especially when they had just dismissed the rumors of Atticus battling a paragon as exaggerations.

At this point, the other delegates leaned forward, listening with rapt attention. None of them were strangers to the strength of dragon scales, and their shock mirrored the dragon delegate's.

Atticus's expression remained calm, unchanging.

"Yes. During my fight in Sector 8, it unfortunately couldn't withstand the intensity," he said evenly.

The tension in the room shifted. Delegates exchanged glances, their expressions narrowing.

If the artifact had been destroyed, then perhaps the rumors weren't just baseless. Such destruction could only occur in a battle above the Grandmaster+ level. If this were true, did it mean the rumors of Atticus forcing a paragon to retreat were real?

They were torn.

The room fell into a heavy silence, each breath weighed down by the uncertainty and tension.

Then, the Dimensari delegate scoffed, breaking the stillness.

"Why don't you shed more light on the incident at Sector 8?" he asked, his tone sharp and dismissive. "We heard the damage caused was… devastating."

There was no respect in his voice, no attempt at diplomacy. It was a command, laced with condescension, as though addressing someone beneath him.

The other delegates listened in, their curiosity piqued.

Avalon and Anastasia's expressions darkened, their frowns mirroring those of the Ravensteins watching from the control room. Lyanna's gaze narrowed as she tilted her head to the side.

Do they suspect something?

The Ravensteins knew the truth of what had happened in Sector 8. It wasn't just the Obsidian Order's attack. It was the emergence of a greater threat tied to the Starhaven lineage. A secret the paragons had fought to bury, and were still fighting to contain.

All eyes turned to Atticus, waiting for his response.

It came without hesitation.

"Why?"

His response was a single word, but it carried immense weight. The Dimensari delegate's brow furrowed further, his frown deepening.

He didn't like the tone. He didn't like the audacity of the boy sitting across from him.

"From what I've heard, the Obsidian Order was involved," the delegate said, his voice sharper now, laced with irritation as if he couldn't believe he needed to explain himself. "They're a global threat, a terrorist plague across all domains. Any information regarding their movements must be shared, for the greater good."

His gaze swept across the Ravensteins at the table, his annoyance clear.

"Allowing the Obsidian Order to attack your domain shows incompetence. Weakness. It's no wonder they see humanity as an easy target."

The Ravensteins' expressions turned colder. The words weren't just an observation, they were a direct insult.

In the control room, Lyanna's lips curled into a snarl. "I'd freeze his tongue before he finished that sentence if I were there," she muttered, her grip tightening on the chair's armrest. The temperature in the control room dropped noticeably.

But no one at the table spoke.