Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1492

Chapter 1492: Scorch Marks

"...you’re right."

The Redflames were coming, war was imminent. He had to be ready.

"Now, about this... man. You said he used Logoth?"

Atticus spent the next few minutes describing his fight with Raziel to her. The fact that the strange man used Logoth seemed to shake her.

’Looks like she’s not sure of its origins too.’

According to Anorah, her father had passed it on to her. And his father to him.

"Did you meet your grandfather?"

"...no. Father said he died in some battle."

"But you know what this means, right?"

Anorah nodded with a serious expression.

"My father might have a connection with these... usurpers."

Atticus looked at Anorah with worry.

"How are you feeling?"

"Honestly... a bit shaken. But I’ll be fine. Where is he?"

"I left him in the Baron layer. I’m not sure. But..."

"You’ll meet again."

Atticus slowly nodded. He felt his bones tremble in anticipation.

The last battle had been unfavorable due to the presence of Magnus, but Atticus had every intention of ending it in the next.

He felt his heart pound, but Anorah’s gentle hand calmed him. She smiled at him.

"I’m glad you’re here... with me."

Atticus smiled back.

"Me too—"

"Saint!"

A voice interrupted his response. He turned and saw a golden light flash before the Saint, and a figure materialized.

’It’s her.’

The armored guard that had intervened earlier when he was stopped at the entrance. Her expression was tense and shoulders rigid as she knelt.

’Something’s happened.’

"What happened?" Anorah asked.

"We didn’t receive word from one of our southern scouts groups for a while, so I sent someone to check on them. They’re dead."

Atticus’ eyes came up instantly. He spoke before Anorah could.

"Redflames?"

"Yes. We found scorched marks on the site."

Atticus met Anorah’s gaze in a clash. Though they spoke no words, they understood each other clearly.

"Jenna."

"Yes, Saint."

"Prepare the others for battle. We’ll go check this out."

"As you wish."

They both vanished before the guard could raise her head. Atticus found himself airborne, cutting through the cold winds, leaving the floating city in his wake.

He was quickly drawn to the blinding golden light streaking beside him. Anorah was covered in her golden will, gaze serious.

But Atticus couldn’t help but frown.

’It’s too bright.’

In the darkness of the night, she’d basically turned into a sun.

"Dim the light. We don’t want them to see us coming."

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