Atticus’s Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground
chapter-121

Inside the Ravenstein control room, urgency hung in the air like a heavy shroud. The frenetic activity of people scurrying about, taking and making calls, and barking out orders created a persistent and urgent backdrop.

The room's walls were adorned with numerous screens, each depicting a different section of the sector.

On each screen, a procession of airships moved with purpose, white haired Ravensteins manning their stations in various regions.

The centerpiece of the room was an immense screen that offered a distant, bird's eye view of the entire sector. It showcased the expansive borders and the entirety of sector 3, emphasizing the scope of the current crisis.

Every corner of the domain was scrutinized, and airships filled the airspace, bearing the distinct white haired individuals who symbolized the Ravenstein family.

Every single one of the people in the control room was completely engrossed and focused on their tasks. None had the guts to even dream of taking a break. How could they?

Behind them, at an elevated platform, Magnus Ravenstein stood together with Avalon. Their gazes were both icy.

Despite the fact that everyone was angry about the attack on the camp and were doing their best to work and find the culprit, the oppressive and chilling aura radiated by Magnus and Avalon made all of their anger seem childish in comparison.

Even if Avalon had been alone, they would have still been on their toes, but with Magnus added to the fray, they all felt like they could immediately lose their lives if they even rested for one second.

Magnus and Avalon stood observing this scene, their countenance exuding an aura of sheer coldness.

Avalon was seething with rage. He had heard from his father about everything that had happened. He and Anastasia were far slower than Magnus and had taken far too much time to get to the Raven camp.

He had been so close to losing his son to the same bastards that took his younger brother. And what was worse, he wasn't able to do anything to stop it; if it wasn't for his father, he would have lost his only son.

The Raven camp was located deep inside the forest at the edge of the capital, 1890km away from the Ravenstein estate. It had taken Magnus exactly 10 seconds to cross that distance, a testament to his power.

Immediately after Alvis and Ronad escaped, Magnus called for an immediate lockdown of the entire sector.

Although they were able to escape his grasp using teleportation runes, there was a limit to the distance the teleportation runes could cover. And with Magnus swift response, they both wouldn't be able to do the same to escape the sector.

Magnus had immediately instructed them to activate the Aegis. The Aegis was the shield the alliance scientists had built and used to repel the Zorvans. But unlike the huge scope of the planetary shield, this one only encompassed the entirety of sector 3.

The activation and maintenance of the shield was costly, but despite the cost, the Ravensteins weren't lacking in resources. They could still bear the cost, even if they wanted to leave it activated every day.

However, because of some political reasons, none of the sectors were allowed to leave it activated for more than a day, and that was even only when there was an emergency.

But with all that had happened, would Magnus care about those reasons? No!

The numbers of the members of the Obsidian Order that Magnus had killed back at the camp had been staggering.

Avalon was sure that with the ones they had killed in the sector before during their rampage, along with this new group, the remaining forces in the sector would be very minuscule.

They had decided to flush every single one of them out and annihilate them, no matter the cost.

After questioning the staff at the camp, they were able to discover the traitor. And in under an hour, Lyanna found out everything about him – where he goes, who he talks to, what he buys, even what he eats. The Silent Nexus information network was just too great.

They were also able to discover the family he had been hiding in secret. However, upon reaching them, they had already been killed, with their months old, rotten bodies hanging in the middle of the living room.

After all that, the rest was easy to piece together.

There was a saying: "Children's sins should be paid for by their parents."

The main family didn't have to order anything; they didn't even have to move. After finding out the full reasons for his betrayal, his parents were found and swiftly eliminated.

The Ravensteins showed no mercy, even to their own.

But despite all of that, the most important matter was to locate Alvis and Ronad. Those two had caused far more damage than any other.

They had both killed one of the Ravenstein's grandmasters. Although the Ravensteins weren't lacking in grandmaster rank individuals, it didn't change the fact that each one was a priceless asset.

Plus, the fact that the man Avalon had been searching for all this time, Ronad, had finally shown himself. He wanted nothing more than to find him and make him pay for what he did, tenfold.

Through the screens, different mansions, estates, and houses were being thoroughly checked. Every single member of the obsidian order all had a tattoo of their insignia on their backs, although they weren't visible to the naked eyes, they had a way to identify them.

When the Ravensteins had declared war on the Obsidian Order a few years back, every single entry and exit into and out of the sector was being monitored.

But despite this, Alvis and Ronad were still able to move freely and even plan an attack on the sector.

There was only one answer to this: there was someone helping them in the sector, another traitor.

Every single part of the sector was filled with white haired individuals, all with cold gazes. Considering the magnitude of sector 3, one could only see how numerous the Ravensteins were.

The entire sector 3 was divided into four regions. The capital, Ravenspire, was directly controlled by the Ravensteins themselves in the very center of the sector.

In the southeast, sharing a border with sector 4, was another region, Dusktown, which was controlled by a tier 2 family, the Vermore family.

In the northwest, backing the body of water, was Aquiloria, headed by another tier 2 family, the Aquilore family, and lastly, southwest, bordering sector 2 was Lunarhaven.

The Lunarhaven region was overseen by the Lunaris family, also a tier two family. Each of these families was under the Ravensteins. The Ravensteins were the absolute rulers of the sector, and none could question their power.

In each region of the sector, a base of the Raven Vanguard was established. Just one word was enough for every single one of them to be deployed.

In some of the screens, some bases of the Obsidian Order had already been found and destroyed, and every single person in the building annihilated. No questions were asked, no words were spoken. Once it was found that there were Obsidian Order members in a building, every life form in the building would be snuffed out.

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In a large estate situated in the southeast side of sector 3, the property was peaceful, with servants and guards going about their business.

Some Expert and Master ranks guarded every corner of the estate.

While this estate was very grand, it still paled in comparison to the Ravenstein's main estate.

Inside the main mansion, in a room was filled with various antiquities. Bones and furs from different beasts hung on the walls, and shelves filled with books surrounded the office.

Seated on a desk in this room was a middle aged man. His silver hair lent him an air of wisdom and a meticulously groomed mustache seamlessly connected with his beard.

His eyes were as black as space. Adorned in dignified blue robes, he exuded an aura of authority.

With every turn of a page, his movements possessed a grace. It was evident that he was no ordinary man.

Suddenly, he sensed someone approaching his door in a hurry. Identifying this person, he spoke before he could knock, "Come in," his voice authoritative.

The figure outside the door froze for a moment, then swiftly opened the door and entered.

He immediately performed a 90 degree bow and greeted his master with great respect upon entering. "Master Darius."

Despite the importance and urgency of the news he wanted to report, he dared not be disrespectful.

He knew his master well, very well. Regardless of the importance of the matter he intended to report, even if one of his children was dying, any slip up, any hint of disrespect shown would result in immediate death.

There was no second chance, no words spoken, no debate. You would just cease to exist.

Darius regarded his butler with a cold gaze for a moment, as if savoring the power he held. Then he spoke, "Speak."

With his head still bowed, the butler began to report, "Master Darius, the Ravenstei-"

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