Novel Full Chapter 1737 Sad
The scene shifted.
Atticus now stood within the labor room. Freya’s frail body rested in his arms as he desperately tried to keep her from crying.
He was laughing. His mother and father were laughing. He was happy. Genuinely happy. No overwhelming power was needed. No swords. No will. Just… presence.
The others soon rushed into the room, and before long, laughter and jokes filled the air.
Atticus exhaled a shuddering breath, tears flowing freely. He had really lost this. All of this. There was really no turning back…?
Now, what the hell was he supposed to do? It was over. It was all over. Atticus turned and left the room.
He walked. Time no longer seemed to matter. Hundreds of kilometers. Thousands. Millions. He had no idea. There was no longer any reason to live. They were dead.
Suddenly, the sound of sobbing drifted through the haze clouding his mind. Then Atticus found himself standing in the middle of a cemetery.
The crying came from his younger self. Sprawled on the ground, he bawled his eyes out while reaching toward Freya’s tombstone. Magnus stood nearby, silent and unmoving.
Atticus remembered this day as though it had happened only seconds ago. The day he lost his grandmother. Freya.
He remembered crashing out. Remembered being dragged back by a furious Magnus. Most importantly, he remembered his promise.
The scene shifted once more. Atticus appeared in his old room within the Ravenstein Estate. His younger self had just returned from the cemetery and now sat on the edge of the bed, fist clenched so tightly his arm trembled.
Atticus remembered the promise.
“I’ll bring her back.”
Everything froze. Atticus stood within the frozen world, his teeth grinding together.
What was he doing?
How could he have forgotten this? This promise was one he had carried with him for years. How could he have forgotten?
Reach the peak. Bring her back.
That was always the goal. Her death had never been final, so there was no reason for any of the others to be final either.
His mother, father, Freya, Magnus, Aurora, Ember, Caldor, Noctis, Arya, and even Zoey…
It was not over. He could still bring them back. All he had to do was reach the peak.
‘No matter what.’
The coldness in Atticus’ eyes seemed capable of freezing worlds many times over.
Suddenly, the scene shifted once more. Atticus found himself standing within an endless grassland, the katana’s avatar waiting before him.
‘The Life Weapon’s realm.’
It had brought him here?
“Are you ready?” the avatar suddenly asked.
Atticus frowned.
“Ready for what?”
“To become an avatar.”
“…Like you?”
The avatar shook his head, offering nothing else.
“…An avatar of what?”
Silence. Atticus’ brows furrowed. Then, the pieces slowly clicked into place and he said;
“Of Solvath.”
The avatar nodded. Atticus clenched his fists, his gaze sharpening. His mind did not move. He didn’t think it over. Didn’t need to. He needed power, and it was standing right in front of him.
That was all that mattered.
“I’m ready.”
The avatar grinned, then lunged. Atticus barely had time to react before it surged into him.
An overwhelming power roared through his entire being.
…
“Stay still.”
The Spirit King’s voice sounded otherworldly. Anyone who heard it should have frozen in place and obeyed, yet Ozeroth stared at his father with hatred.
“You fucking bastard! You should’ve killed me! You should’ve fucking killed me! Wait till I get out of this! I’ll kill you!”
Despite the fury twisting his face, there was a trace of concern buried within his gaze as he stared at the purple light blanketing the world.
Beside him, the Pride Queen and Ozerra also hung suspended in the air, seemingly the only remaining life left in the world.
The Spirit King noticed it instantly and waved a hand. Ozeroth’s trembling form immediately went rigid.
“You still cling to hope.” The Spirit King’s voice was deep and vast. “Your bond cannot survive. The fragments within him are resisting, but it is only a matter of time. His friends are already falling. He will soon follow.”
“Haa!” Ozeroth laughed. “And that’s supposed to convince me? Bond’s coming for you. For all of this.”
The Spirit King frowned, falling silent.
“Askkarl.”
He turned toward his wife. The Pride Queen gazed back at him, her expression grim.
“Why do you insist on going this far? This many deaths… is it really worth it?”
“Yes.”
The air around the Spirit King thumped.
“For Aerithis. For my people. For my family. If they are to be truly safe, then this world must end. Everyone else must die. Only then will we have peace.”
“Even if it earns you the hatred of those you love?”
The Spirit King’s gaze shifted toward Ozeroth and Ozerra. Both stared back with undisguised hatred.
His eyes eventually returned to his wife.
“If that is the price of true peace, of true happiness, then I will bear it.”
The Pride Queen looked at him with pity in her eyes.
“You’re truly a sad man, Askkarl.”
“I am not sad.” The Spirit King’s eyes narrowed. “I am focused. Determined. I will achieve my goal regardless of the obstacles before me. So do not look at me with those eyes.”
The Pride Queen didn’t look away. Even as the Spirit King’s fists slowly clenched, the pity in her eyes never faded.
“Tch.”
Eventually, he looked away and faced the shimmering horizon.
“I’m not sad…” he murmured.
“You’re right.”
The Spirit King turned toward the grinning Ozeroth, one brow rising slightly.
“You’re not sad. You’re pathetic.”
“…”
“But you will be.” Ozeroth grinned. “Once Bond crawls out of whatever mess you’ve shoved him into and comes over here to kick your stupid ass.”
“This again?” The Spirit King’s eyes grew cold. “Foolish hope. There is nothing he can do. Why do you trust him so much?”
Ozeroth’s eyes brimmed with confidence.
“Because I chose him.”
The Spirit King frowned. He now possessed the largest Solvath fragment in the entire Middle Planes. Even the True Gods of the major factions stood no chance against him.
Yet Ozeroth genuinely believed a mere boy would defeat him. Ridiculous.
The Spirit King turned back toward the horizon.
“I will crush your hope—”
Boom.
A violent pillar erupted from the heart of the violet sea, tearing through the blanket of light engulfing the world.
The Spirit King’s eyes narrowed.