Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 911  Fourth Art

In a darkened space, an extraordinary scene unfolded.

The obsidian floor stretched infinitely, smooth as glass, shimmering faintly under a sky scattered with countless stars.

Each star burned brightly, their light cascading down like shards of silver, reflecting off the mirrored surface below. The expanse blurred the line between heaven and earth, creating an otherworldly realm of endless depth.

At the center of this timeless void stood two figures, locked in a moment of violent perfection.

The first, a feral being mid-swing, his right arm frozen in motion. Claws ripped through the still air, reaching toward his opponent. His expression was twisted with a predatory glint, eyes burning with a primal, deadly gleam.

Opposite him stood Atticus, his eyes closed, his body perfectly still. Though his aura radiated an unnatural peace, only he knew the fierce battle raging within.

The world held its breath.

Utter silence consumed the space, no sound, no flicker of movement, just the serene reflection of stars above and below.

Yet, within this stillness, the feral figure's crimson eyes remained awake, fixed on Atticus with an intensity that seemed capable of piercing steel.