Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 885

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'I don't know what they say. Do you?'

'No,' Ozeroth admitted. 'But you should be able to generally guess their meaning. Check for a pattern.'

Atticus had been staring at the symbols etched on the circular stone's body. Despite the fact that he had memorized practically every language in Eldoralth, he couldn't recognize these symbols.

'Where is he sending me to?' This was the thought that came to Atticus's mind. He couldn't understand it. A language that was different from the known races' languages? It was very suspicious and, at the same time, dangerous.

'What do you think?'

Ozeroth fell silent for a moment.

'Bond. It's impossible to truly and completely know a person's intent. In this case, you should look at the facts.'

Atticus nodded, his mind swirling.

'He wouldn't want to kill me. Not now, at least. All his previous actions indicate that he wants me to reach the peak,' Atticus pondered, his gaze flickering. 'Then this could only be beneficial.'

Ozeroth silently agreed. 'Be cautious.'

Atticus smiled.

'Since when do you start caring so much?'

'Tch. I just wouldn't want you to die a foolish death. I have a reputation to protect, Bond.'

Atticus laughed. "Right, right."

He could feel Ozeroth's intense gaze boring into him from his mind, but he ignored it.

Reaching this conclusion, Atticus decided to follow Ozeroth's advice and thoroughly scanned the markings on the circular stone.

He allowed Ozeroth's voice to fade into the background, his mind utterly honed in on the task. 'Patterns. Look for the patterns.'

The circular stone wasn't random. Symbols were etched in clusters, repeating every few inches. Atticus was sure they were deliberate.

Each cluster was different. Some were more intricate, others simple, but they all shared one thing.

He could see it. The races of Eldoralth.

In a circular fashion all around the stone were different images representing the races of Eldoralth. He could see the defining features of each race.

'This isn't a language. It's a message. An instruction,' Atticus realized.

His mind raced, trying to piece everything together.

'There are more than I know.'

The races depicted on the circular stone were numerous, more than the sixteen races of Eldoralth.

'That's right. From history, the Zorvans annihilated some races.'

From what Atticus could see, aside from the sixteen races, there were three more images on the stone, which he suspected represented the other, now-extinct races.

'Five spots.'

The images of the nineteen races were etched at the edge of the circular stone, with intricate lines tracing toward five small, empty circles in the inner part of the stone. These five circles surrounded one with two foot indentations.

'Hmm.' Atticus was beginning to understand what the markings meant.

'I guess that's where I stand.'

He approached the two foot indentations and fit his legs into them. Then, he closed his eyes and entered an absolute state of focus.

The symbols were a language Atticus couldn't understand. But luckily, they weren't the only thing there. The images alone were explanatory enough.

'Nineteen races, but only five are necessary.'

This had been Atticus's thought process, and he had reached this conclusion in less than a second.

If it had been the Atticus of before, he would have been lost even after figuring this out. It was far too vague. Did it mean he needed five races to activate whatever this was? This would have been his thought before.

But now, not so much.

Atticus's mana churned as he focused. He didn't need five different races. Not while he could mimic their mana signatures.

'Dimensari.'

A second passed as Atticus activated the technique of the Dimensari, changing his mana signature to match their race. Without hesitation, he directed the mana to his feet. The foot indentation he was standing on lit up with a blue glow, its light streaming through the platform before settling on one of the five empty circles.

Atticus repeated the same for the others and activated the techniques he had acquired from the superior races.

As the last circle filled up, the ground beneath Atticus quaked violently, a low rumble coming from deep within the earth. The air crackled. Pressure surged, suffocating and dense.

The light in the five circles pulsed once, twice, then exploded outward. It raced across the stone platform, igniting every symbol and word etched into its surface.

Atticus steadied himself. His instincts screamed at him, but he stood firm, unmoving. The symbols blazed brighter, their glow overwhelming. The entire platform became a beacon of pure energy.

The air shifted. A breeze swept through the forest, carrying an unnatural chill. The light intensified, blinding, piercing. Until—

BOOM.

A column of searing light erupted skyward, swallowing Atticus whole.

Far away, at the Vampyros fortress, Grand Elder Yorowin froze mid-sentence. His fingers stopped turning the pages of the book in his hands.

His gaze snapped sideways, sharp as a dagger.

"What—"