Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1412

Chapter 1412: Bait

The great Verge fixed his gaze on the endless expanse; the eternal Span. Time blurred as he tried to remember when they’d first met.

In truth, he couldn’t recall a moment in existence without the insufferable, party spoiling Span shadowing him.

Receiving no response, he sighed, then said,

"Still, I think I deserve to know why my fun was interrupted. Don’t you?"

The Span’s silence stretched. It was rare for him to intervene in the affairs of the Verge, rarer still to pull a favor long forgotten, especially now, when the Verge’s favorite god had been moments away from slaughtering the Sentinels.

At last, the Span spoke.

"The knowledge will do you no good. The circles of favor and repayment are endless. You are not the only one who owes."

"Interesting..." The Verge tilted his head, intrigued. "And tell me, who did you repay?"

"That child is not someone whose fate you should entangle yourself with," the Span said simply. "Take this as advice, from an old friend."

The voice faded as the Span vanished.

Moments later, the Arbiter who had presided over the Asterra battle appeared, collapsing to its knees before him.

"M-master!"

The Verge’s playfulness evaporated. In its place came a cold, dreadful calm. The creature trembled as the weight of his gaze fell upon it.

"My fun was interrupted," the Verge said quietly, "there will be retribution."

He rose, his form warping with radiance. "Gather the others. I have a few ideas... for the next Ascension Trials."

"Yes, master!" the Arbiter stammered before vanishing.

The Verge remained still for a long while, the stars bending around his faint smile.

"An addiction, hmm?" he murmured. "Then let it ruin me beautifully."

...

Atticus watched silently as Anorah decimated the remnants of the Will Guard army.

As soon as the last one fell, he felt the air around the world change. He turned towards the direction of the Sanctum of Lights.

’The tree.’

He had passed the tree before arriving at this place, the tree the Will Guard had used to hold the world hostage.

’It’s breaking.’

Cracks littered its surface, spreading until its form could no longer be maintained. As it shattered into countless shards that dissolved into the air, a wave spread across the whole of Asterra.

’Their wills are now free.’

The battle had officially ended, and the resistance had won!

The surviving members of the resistance army burst into an intense cheer that echoed across the ruined wasteland. Still, Atticus’ calm eyes never left the Saint. Her gaze had turned towards another direction.

This wasn’t over.

’The council members.’

As Atticus thought, Anorah vanished in a burst of light. He blurred, following closely behind. In the next moment, he appeared high above the ruined Sanctum of Light. His eyes swept the area.

’They’re trying to escape.’

His eyes landed on the figures of the council members. Each one of them stood before the world’s portal, desperately trying to activate it.

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