Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 875

Chapter 875 Problem

Vyn, standing just behind Candence suddenly tapped him lightly on the shoulder. The fortress commander jolted out of his stunned state, realizing that Atticus was steadily approaching.

'Shit,' Candence thought, his chest tightening.

This wasn't just any visitor, this was the apex of humanity. His importance far outweighed anyone else in the fortress. Allowing him to approach without a proper greeting wasn't just disrespectful, it was outright unacceptable.

Candence moved quickly, followed closely by Vyn and the other commanders. Within seconds, they met Atticus halfway.

Candence lowered his head into a deep bow, surprising even himself.

"Apex Atticus," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him. "Welcome to Fort Echohelm."

Behind him, the commanders followed suit, bowing deeply. The warriors scattered across the courtyard mirrored the gesture, their respect and awe palpable.

Candence couldn't explain it. He had planned to offer a small bow, as the fortress commander he still had to save face, but his body had acted on its own. The annoyance, the jealousy, everything he'd felt before, was gone, replaced by something much greater: awe.

Atticus stopped before them, his piercing gaze settling on Candence and the commanders. The weight of his presence alone made their hearts race.

After a brief pause, Atticus finally spoke. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

"Thank you for the thoughtful welcome," he said, his voice calm but piercing. "I look forward to fighting alongside you all in the coming days."

Candence's lips parted, and for a moment, he was at a loss for words. The respect in Atticus's tone contrasted sharply with the overwhelming aura he exuded. It felt surreal.

It was akin to a king addressing peasants with a formal tone.

He managed a nod after a second, forcing his voice to remain steady. "The honor is ours, Apex Atticus."

Gathering himself, Candence gestured to the aged man at his side. "This is Vyn, our chief strategist," he said. "And these are my commanders."

Atticus's gaze shifted, briefly scanning each face before landing on Vyn.

And then everything stilled.

His purple eyes narrowed slightly as they rested on the strategist. The air grew heavier, and even Vyn, who had lived decades immersed in the chaos of war, felt his composure falter.

Vyn bowed slightly, his expression cautious. "Is there something the matter, Apex Atticus?"

The other commanders exchanged nervous glances, wondering if something had gone wrong. The last thing any of them wanted was to offend the apex of humanity.

Even Candence frowned, trying to read the situation.

Atticus held Vyn's gaze for a moment longer before finally speaking.

"It's nothing."

His tone was final, leaving no room for further questions. The tension lingered for a few seconds before it was clear that Atticus had no intention of elaborating.

Candence cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"You must be tired, Apex Atticus," he said quickly, seizing the opportunity to move things along. "Allow my son to escort you to your chambers."