Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 884

Chapter 884 Circular Stone

The Blood Shadows moved through the forest like predators, their crimson eyes scanning for any sign of their target.

Twenty grandmaster+ Blood Shadows. Each of them radiated power, their forms cloaked in a thin sheen of blood armor that brimmed with intense power.

They weren't just strong.

They were elite.

And they had one mission: kill the apex of humanity.

But something was wrong. They could feel it. At this point, they should have picked up some trace of their target, some clue. They had split up into groups to cover a larger area, but they saw nothing. It was as though he didn't exist in the first place.

The leader of the group, the warrior who had reported to the Grand Elder, Kainor, suddenly froze. His eyes narrowed.

A chill ran down his spine.

"Wait," he hissed, holding up a hand.

The forest grew still.

Too still.

And then it began.

SHINK!

A streak of white cut through the air, and one of the Vampyros warriors fell, his head rolling across the ground before his body crumpled.

"What—"

SLASH!

Another fell. Then another.

The warriors barely had time to react.

Atticus moved like a phantom. One moment he was nowhere, the next he was among them, his blade flashing. Blood spurted into the air as his strikes landed without fail.

They tried to retaliate.

Tried to use their blood control to immobilize him.

But it was futile.

Atticus's blood didn't answer their call.

Kainor's eyes widened as another warrior fell not far from him, his neck sliced cleanly. He spun, trying to find their attacker, but there was nothing. Just the blur of white streaks and the sound of death.

"Alert the others!" he roared, his voice booming.

In no time, the remaining Vampyros, now only eleven, regrouped. Their movements were swift and sharp, converging in the middle of a clearing in the forest.

They formed a tight circle, their eyes scanning every shadow, every direction, every flicker of movement.

Silence. The tension was intense.

And then—

Tap.

A single footstep echoed through the forest.

Tap. Tap.

The sound grew louder, steady.

The Vampyros turned as one, their hearts trembling despite their countless experiences with life and death.

Atticus soon stepped into view.

His movements were calm, unhurried. His cold purple eyes locked onto them, unblinking. His blade hung loosely at his side, drops of crimson tracing along its edges.

The air around him seemed to drop in temperature. His presence wasn't overwhelming, it was crushing.

For the first time, the Vampyros warriors felt their heartbeats quicken. Not from excitement, but from fear.

Atticus stopped, his gaze sweeping over them like they were nothing more than insects.

They reacted instinctively.

"Blood Domain!"

The air exploded.

Blood erupted from every corner of the forest, surging like a tidal wave. The metallic stench was overpowering, the crimson flood drowning everything in its path.

Trees withered, their life force sucked dry. The ground cracked as the blood flowed, pooling around the Vampyros warriors.