NOVGO.NET Chapter 1362: Streaks
Chapter 1362: Streaks
Atticus was in a weird state of mind.
Scenes he had never seen before had just played in his mind.
’Solvath.’
The name evoked a power he couldn’t explain in him. Like the roar of an ancient beast that just awoke.
Atticus first heard the name during his first meeting with Elderish. He had found out about the makings of the world, the betrayal that led to the formation of Solvath’s fragments. Of the kin of the fallen star.
But back then, the name had felt like a distant memory, one that was unreachable. But now, as he evoked the name, Atticus felt a rush, then a sudden connection the likes of which he had never felt before.
As he continued to clash with his opponent, Atticus watched, eyes wide, as his crimson will began to shift, changing color from blood red to blinding purple.
Instantly, Atticus felt an inexplicable connection to the world, like he was being watched by eternity. As though life itself acknowledged him.
He felt a burning sensation across the back of his arm, and when he glanced over, he saw a blazing sigil trace itself across his skin.
’I’m awakening.’ It took Atticus a moment to realize this, but he couldn’t be blamed.
The amount of things he was currently feeling was hard to explain. But the change wasn’t over. Atticus felt a flood of warmth surge through his body.
He looked to see his veins pulsing with a faint purple hue.
’I awakened the mark of Solvath.’
The thought came with a sudden burst of shock. He remembered the words of the Great Verge.
’The fastest way to awaken was to clash with another marked.’
It could only mean one thing…
“You’re a marked.”
“You’re a marked.”
They both spoke at the same time, their voices filled with shock.
It was at that moment the present came crashing down on Atticus. He felt the tears streaking down his cheeks.
His emotions were raging, he was crying. Every scene he had witnessed, were they true?
Atticus gritted his teeth and forced his mind to focus. There would be time for that later.
’I have to win this game.’
Their wills were still clashing, and so far, none of them had been pushed back. But time wasn’t on Atticus’ side.
’The energy in the will stones is running out.’
Atticus had placed more than half of the will stones he had just to be able to last this long at full power.
’It’s only been less than a second, but it did the trick.’
Regardless, more than half of that had been drained already. He had no more time to waste.
’I have to end this.’
Atticus clenched his fist hard and roared. The world seemed to roar with him.
He felt a wave of energy surge into his body. His will expanded, swelling like a balloon about to burst.
And in a shocking turn of events, Atticus saw his will push back against the yellow will of his opponent.
’I’m winning.’
Though he felt this, he felt no sense of joy or achievement. Instead, Atticus felt a weird sense of supremacy hit him, one he couldn’t explain. Like he was above all.
’Like I’m a god.’
But this wasn’t contained to his world. No. Atticus felt like he was above it all, like he stood at the pinnacle of the entire universe.
With this feeling came an overwhelming confidence. Atticus felt his will strengthen, hardening until it was harder than any steel. He began to push back his opponent with even more force.
Atticus’ golden crimson eyes took on a purple hue, and the world around him changed. He saw through the shroud of darkness he hadn’t been able to figure out even with Ozeroth’s Pride Eyes.
And as the darkness shrouding the woman receded, his eyes landed on the figure of his opponent.
World ending beautiful was an understatement. Perfection was the word that came to Atticus’ head the moment he laid eyes on her.
Her eyes were radiant golden in full white, hair blonde, radiating an intense golden light like the sun. Her lips were full, her nose perfectly sized.
“Beautiful.”
The woman’s eyes flickered purple at that moment, and Atticus felt her gaze on him shift.
’She can see me too.’
It had just confirmed his earlier thought, she was also a marked.
Their eyes met.
Atticus could practically feel the shock radiating off of her, and he couldn’t help but share in some of it. He would have never thought to meet a marked here.
Regardless, now wasn’t the time and place. As though realizing her imminent loss, the woman’s eyes seemed to sharpen.
Atticus glanced at the purple sigil that began to trace across the back of her palm. Her will began to shift, yellow flashing purple.
Her eyes hardened. She was about to roar forward when a piercing cry echoed, followed by a figure bursting into the underground space.
“Bond!”
Atticus’ gaze snapped towards the familiar voice. Ozeroth. He had just burst into the underground space and landed just a few feet away from the clash.
“Those police cowards are here.”
If Ozeroth felt any urgency, he didn’t show it. In fact, Atticus could guess the man probably wanted to clash with them.
“Saint. We have to leave.”
Atticus’ eyes flickered to another figure that burst into the room almost at the same time as Ozeroth.
He was a man shrouded in the same darkness, but Atticus could see through him. He bowed towards the woman he was clashing with.
Atticus met eyes with her at that moment, and as though reaching the same conclusion, their wills flared. The air between them detonated, sending them flying back.
Atticus twisted midair and stopped his momentum. He turned to see the woman staring directly at him, eyes narrowed.
“We will meet again, Kin of the Fallen Star.” She said, and just like that she, along with the man, vanished.
“If you would be so kind as to stop your dazed stare. We have to escape.”
Whisker said, coming down the large hole Ozeroth had made, along with Kancilot. Of the group, only Kancilot looked even the least bit concerned about the situation.
Atticus glared at Whisker, who gave him a knowing look and smiled.
“Relax, I know the challenges of man more than anyone else. Women were made to bring about our downfall.” He patted Atticus’ shoulder. “Don’t worry, even if you stray, I won’t tell your girl.”
Atticus shrugged off his hand, and looked to Kancilot then Ozeroth. “Will Guard?”
“That’s right, your eminence,” Kancilot said. “They’re raiding the building and are on their way here as we speak.”
Atticus frowned but decided to save the questions for later.
“Alright, let’s go.”
A shout echoed just as he was about to act.
“Wait!”
The group turned to see a figure approaching them.
’Niacin.’ Atticus realized. The man held a small chest in his hand, approaching them with a wide smile.
“You almost forgot this!” He said quickly, reaching them.
Atticus narrowed his eyes on the stretched chest, cautious.
“It’s the Vein Root,” Niacin said. “Unfortunately our time was cut short due to unforeseen circumstances. We hope this won’t affect your future business with the Gilded Debt.”
“You’re giving it to me?” Atticus was mildly surprised.
“Yes. You won the competition, after all.”