Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1520

Chapter 1520: Settle

Atticus repeated the usual strategy for the sentinel’s challenge.

Though the Willguard’s appearance had been truly shocking, he didn’t allow that fact to pull his focus away from what he considered the true crisis.

The abyss faction.

Though the Willguard were not to be taken lightly, and in some ways could be considered even more dangerous than the major factions themselves, the uncertainty of the abyss faction somehow refused to leave his mind.

Unlike the other major factions, they held no moral compass. His first impression of them had been nothing short of horrifying. To target children...

They carried the feeling that, no matter what line they had to cross, no matter how low they had to stoop, they would do it without hesitation if it served their goal. Atticus had always found enemies like that far more dangerous than any others.

And currently, they were on their way toward his territory. He had no idea what to expect.

"We’ll wait until the last minute to accept," Atticus said, earning firm nods from the others.

Under the piercing glare of the sentinel, the group left the scene, appearing back in their territory.

Atticus glanced at each person one by one.

Ozeroth stood with his chest puffed out, confidence radiating from him like heat. His chin was slightly raised, as if daring the world to challenge him.

Ozerra was no less composed, arms folded, expression cool, her calm carrying a quiet sharpness.

The gloom showed in the others’ demeanors. Anorah’s eyes were narrowed, filled with calculation and concealed worry, her mind clearly running through possibilities faster than she could voice them.

Magnus’s eyes were alert, steady and hardened, his expression one of grim readiness, the look of a man prepared to do whatever needed to be done.

The others appeared tense in their own ways, each wearing their unease openly across their faces.

"We need to prepare our army." Atticus finally spoke up, his eyes sweeping through the group.

He could feel the thick tension hanging in the air and straightened his posture, trying to radiate as much confidence as he could.

"Granpa, Ozeroth, Ozerra. Can I leave that part to you?" he asked. "The rest of us will confirm if the abyss faction made any contingencies we don’t know of."

With firm nods, the three, and Champion, vanished, leaving only Atticus, Anorah, Whisker, and Noctis, who remained perched silently on Anorah’s head.

"Let me guess," Whisker said. "We’re not fishing for spies, are we?"

Atticus shook his head. "No, we won’t."

Anorah’s eyes narrowed immediately.

"Then why—?"

"The Willguard," Atticus exhaled. "We need to discuss our plan against them."

When it came to direct combat, the Willguard were even more dangerous than the major factions. Their unknown technology, their shocking effects, were all still things Atticus was completely clueless about.

The battle on Asterra was still fresh in his mind, and he couldn’t shake the frightening thought that they had even more hidden, things they hadn’t bothered to reveal.

To win the upcoming challenge, he needed every advantage he could get. And right now, only these two were his best source of information.

"Remember my ambush on the willess world?" Anorah said, glancing between Atticus and Whisker.

"They somehow managed to negate Solvath’s power."

Atticus’s eyes sharpened at her, a flicker of surprise in them. Why was he just hearing about this now?

"I’m sorry, Attic." Anorah offered a small apologetic smile. "At the time I was still trying to understand it myself. And the attack on Asterra only made things worse."

Atticus exhaled.

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