Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground
chapter-116

The attack by the Obsidian Order was a brutal declaration of war, and it had taken them by surprise. While the Ravensteins had already declared war on the Obsidian Order, the intensity of the conflict had not been so severe.

Prior to this, the only ones it had personally affected was the main family. It had simply been a matter of pride for the rest of the family.

Despite the main family's absolute power, not all members of the family were wholeheartedly invested in the war, and some were even already growing tired of it.

However, this attack was different. The camp was a place built to train their youths, the next generation of the family.

While not all children of the adults were attending the camp, a significant number of them were. The thought running through every family member's mind would be, "What if my child was there?"

The response to this incident was clear. The intensity of the war that would follow could not be compared to the previous conflicts.

Blood would be shed!

Finn moved swiftly, cleaving through various members of the Obsidian Order. Unlike Elias, who was occupied with another master ranked opponent, Finn had relatively more freedom.

He focused on battling the advanced and expert ranked members of the Obsidian Order.

As he continued to cut down different members of the enemy, his thoughts were filled with worry for Rowan, who was supposedly engaged in a battle against two grandmaster ranked individuals.

Finn knew Rowan was strong, very strong. But facing two individuals in the same rank at the same time was a different matter entirely.

'I hope master will be okay.'

A few hundred kilometers away from the camp, a heart wrenching tableau of destruction unfolded. The once serene and untouched natural landscape had been brutally ravaged, leaving behind a harrowing and surreal transformation of the terrain.

What was now visible was a gaping and massive charred crater, its dimensions stretching across several kilometers, and the devastation radiating in all directions, like ripples in a dark pool.

Inside this massive crater, two figures stood several meters apart.

The first figure, a behemoth of alarming proportions, stood at an imposing height of 15 meters. His colossal frame was a testament to his might, with muscles as hard as tempered steel.

Tattered remnants of his once elegant Chinese robe hung on his frame, the last vestiges of a once impressive attire. His powerful form bore the cruel markings of battle, riddled with injuries and burns.

One of his massive hands lay strewn on the ground several meters away, reduced to a charred and mangled ruin.

The second hand was not completely spared, bearing similar signs of devastation but not as severely. His knuckles were coated with a grotesque mixture of blood and guts.

The second figure, a stark contrast to his gargantuan companion, was a haunting sight. The embers of once burning, fervent green eyes had now dulled, holding a somber and weary glint.

His scalp bore the complete absence of hair, a stark symbol of the battle's toll. All remnants of his attire had been obliterated, leaving his form in a state of absolute undress.

His nakedness was spared from full exposure by a peculiar blessing—the entirety of his body had been charred black, concealing his modesty in the most unconventional of ways.

Suddenly, Ronad burst into uproarious laughter, "Hahahaha," his booming mirth echoing through the devastated landscape for miles.

Alvis turned his gaze to his companion, his brows furrowed. "Why are you laughing? You almost died countless times. If we hadn't teamed up on him, you would have been killed in less than a minute," Alvis reprimanded, his voice generating shockwaves, each word making the ground quake.

Despite all of them being in the Grandmaster rank, the strength that Rowan had displayed dwarfed theirs individually by a significant margin.

Although the fight hadn't been long in real time, it had still taken a lot from them. This was because the perception of time for Grandmaster ranked individuals, especially during battle, was very different from normal time.

A minute of fighting for them could feel like several hours for others.

If either of them had been alone, Alvis was sure they would have died easily. 'The Ravensteins are strong,' Alvis thought to himself.

Rowan was just one of many Grandmaster ranked members within the Ravenstein family, and he wasn't even the strongest!

If it had taken two branch heads of the Obsidian Order to barely defeat just one Ravenstein Grandmaster, they were in deep trouble.

Alvis came out of his thoughts and noticed Ronad walking toward Rowan's completely crushed body. Rowan's chest had been ripped open, and his head was completely crushed.

Ronad reached the corpse and suddenly began kicking it repeatedly, a twisted grin on his face.

Alvis watched all of this with an annoyed expression. "I work with idiots," he muttered. He was about to tell Ronad to stop when he suddenly felt something. It was as if a connection he had to something had abruptly broken.

He swiftly checked his space storage and brought out a round orb. Observing it, he realized that the bright golden light it had been emanating earlier had completely disappeared.

Alvis's eyes widened as realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. "Astrion died?" he muttered in utter shock.

"Impossible!" he bellowed.

Ronad, who had been kicking Rowan's lifeless body, immediately stopped upon hearing Alvis. He turned to Alvis, raising an eyebrow.

Alvis didn't even bother to look at him. Without hesitation, he jumped high into the air, coming out of the crater landing with a huge impact, and then began moving at high speed.

His destination was clear: the camp.