Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground Chapter 1118 Fuse

Atticus and Elderish had been reduced to nothing but blurs, weaving across the skies of the Aeonian domain, clashing, clashing, and clashing again.

But despite this, Atticus' mind raced with intense speed.

'He's stronger… and faster.'

Atticus felt his bones rattle from each collision. Despite having beco the four elents and pushing his speed to its limit, he was still slower.

Elderish's blows rained down like missiles, so fast that multiple afterimages ford before the first even landed.

But Atticus moved precisely, his body flowing with his katana as he unleashed a barrage of slashes.

Each one t Elderish's fists in midair, erupting into a chain of violent explosions. But it didn't matter. The difference showed. He was being pushed back.

Atticus had never let slower speed or lesser strength define the outco of a battle. With his abilities, he always turned the tides. But this ti, things were different. Elderish wasn't just stronger, his abilities were varied.

All the powers of the races were at his disposal. And more than that…

He could manipulate his will.

A will that was stronger than his.

The odds were stacked against him.

Soon, the force from blocking Elderish's punches began to send him hurtling backward, his body crashing through the skies. But Elderish never gave him space. He closed the gap instantly, unleashing another brutal storm of strikes.

Every attempt to catch him off guard was t with a savage counter. The elven sight granted Elderish clarity that missed nothing.

His Transmutari core converted energy seamlessly, boosting his responses even further.

Atticus had long since activated his own racial abilities. Dragon scales. Dinsari spatial shifts. Even void slashes. But they barely kept him alive.

Elderish had rged with the Evolari core. His adaptation was monstrous. Insane. After the first blow against his dragon scales, his attack evolved, adapting into sothing that could now shatter them like glass.

Each hit made the scales tremble. Crack. Fracture.

The only thing keeping Atticus alive was the All-Seeing Eye of Truth. Even the Auralithian ability to peer into the future had failed him, Elderish, as an Eldorian, could also look beyond the present.

The clashes went on. Then, without warning, Elderish's aura erupted. A wave of energy exploded outward, towering above anything Atticus had felt so far.

Atticus' gaze sharpened.

Power surged into Elderish's arms, demon fire, Dinsari space, and his will, all fused together. He drew it back before hurling it forward.

The force twisted the air, bending it, pulling Atticus toward it like a black hole.

Atticus' eyes widened. His lips parted.

"Vorpal Nova."

His body blurred. One beca two. Two beca hundreds. Slashes burst to life across the sky, swirling and fusing, until a single crescent slash was born.

It carved upward, splitting the heavens.

The two attacks t.

A blinding explosion erupted in the sky, then surged downward like a divine hamr.

It slamd into the Aeonian shield.

The entire domain quaked.

Buildings trembled. Cities shook. People scread and held on to one another, praying to anything as the earth seed to break apart beneath them.

But the Aegis Shield held. It had saved them from death and destruction. But the lands beyond the shield weren't as lucky.

The explosion ravaged everything. Border walls collapsed. Terrain crumbled. Cities outside the shield were reduced to ruin.

Then, from within the thick haze, Atticus shot backward at insane speeds, bursting out the haze like a streak of light.

'Shit!'

He clenched his hand around the hilt of his blade, gripping it so tightly the white of his palm beca visible.

His arms shook, trembling with force from the clash with Elderish.

'I don't have ti for this.'

Atticus tried to force them to stop shaking, but the force had been too much. He couldn't get his arms steady enough.

His gaze sharpened as he focused toward the haze he had just co from.

In the next instant…

Boom!

A wave suddenly exploded from its depths, clearing the haze in a burst.

Atticus' eyes landed on the figure hovering calmly in the skies.

Elderish.

His body hadn't changed, but his aura had grown, towering to a height that made even Atticus pause.

'How do you want to play this?'

Ozeroth's voice suddenly sounded in his head.

Atticus sighed, then swept his katana to the side, thinking.

He knew what Ozeroth was asking. At this point, it was very clear, Atticus couldn't win this fight. Not alone.

Which ant it was ti for Ozeroth to join the battle.

And that brought him to Ozeroth's question.

There were two ways Ozeroth could fight.

The first: materializing and fighting side by side like they'd done the last two battles.

But the second… that had only happened once. The first ti they bonded at Sector 8.

They had fought Blackgate that day, and even until now, Atticus could still rember the feeling clearly. It had been incredible.

And as the mory resurfaced, his answer ca.

'It has to be together.'

Ozeroth grinned in his mind.

"Wouldn't have it any other way."

As Ozeroth's word sounded, Atticus' gaze shifted.

"We fuse," he muttered.

Not a second passed before his eyes ignited in a blinding burst of purple light.

His whole body followed, a pillar of light shooting into the sky as a wave of violet radiance washed over the surroundings.

From his chest, Ozeroth erupted, surging upward like a torrent before collapsing back down, slamming into Atticus.

In the next instant, his entire form ignited again. The light was blinding, intense, before it settled.

Now, Atticus hovered calmly in the air.

His arms had stopped trembling completely. His katana was already sheathed at his side.

His figure had changed.

He had grown taller. His muscles bulkier. His hair now a striking mix of purple and white, wild and flowing.

But more than anything else, it was his eyes.

They glowed bright yellow. And his stare looked as though it carried weight, like judgnt itself.

As he locked eyes with Elderish, the ancient man stared back with a mixture of calm and shock.

But the overwhelming killing intent drowned every other thing beneath.

Regardless, Elderish's expression changed. A hint of sadness in his gaze.

"Such power… despite not being born an Eldorian," he said softly.

"Child… please survive this and save Eldoralth."

Atticus said nothing.

He wasn't going to be dragged into anything.

He owed no one.

This man, whether willingly or not, wanted him dead. That was all that mattered.

He would deal with the threat.

And he would end it.