Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 896  Voidveil Mist

Atticus felt weak.

It was as though his energy was being siphoned from his body, drained with every breath as he moved.

'Just as I expected,' he thought, gritting his teeth.

The mist was thick, wrapping around him like a suffocating blanket, cold and oppressive. It clung to his skin, seeped into his lungs, and leeched at his energy with every movement.

Atticus had already suspected this would happen. The moment the mist surrounded the hill, he knew he had no choice. It wasn't a matter of avoiding it, it was inevitable.

As he leapt from the peak of the hill, he burst into the mist, parting it like water. His landing was precise and soundless. A roll carried his momentum forward, his body moving with fluid efficiency.

His legs churned like pistons, silent and impossibly fast. Each step barely touched the sand, leaving no sound, no trace. His breathing slowed to a whisper, his heart pounding in a controlled rhythm.

Atticus moved like a shadow, quiet and unseen.

But he wasn't alone.

He could hear them.