Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1300

Chapter 1300: Fury

Dravek Solmar, the ambassador of the Redflame faction in the Verge, had never been as furious as he was at that moment.

The child god, Atticus Ravenstein, had just been teleported back to his world, but the image of his face, his disregard, still burned in Dravek’s mind.

Even as the stars vanished from the Iron Hall, appearing in the boundless space and beginning the process of ascending Eldoralth to the middle planes, Dravek’s fury still blazed like a scorching inferno.

He wasn’t going to let the disrespect slide. Dravek knew this. And perhaps that was the only reason he hadn’t already resolved to put the pup in his place immediately.

He was a Burnblade, a god in charge of multiple worlds under the Redflame faction in the Verge. To think a child who hadn’t even been a god for a decade would show him such disregard. Such disrespect.

"You look like you’re about to explode."

Dravek turned his burning gaze toward a man clad in attire as dark as his aura. His eyes were empty, lifeless as death. There was a sneer on his face, one that only made Dravek’s rage burn hotter.

He was the representative of the Abyss faction. Known throughout the Midplanes as the evil that should never be trusted.

"Mind your business," Dravek growled, but the man’s smile only widened.

"I have to say, it’s understandable. You wanted the child more than any of us, and you got the most insult in return." He laughed.

Dravek turned away as he felt the gazes of the other representatives. Many of them seethed, clearly offended by Atticus’s disdain. But none had felt it more than him. They knew it. He knew it. Which was why the amused glances they threw his way grated at him.

In the Middle Planes, it was well known, your Will defined your character, whether you awakened True Will or not.

He was a Burnblade in the Redflame faction. A god on the Redflame path. And there was no one who didn’t know the main trait of those who walked that path.

Fury.

In essence, their fuses were short, and they tolerated next to nothing before erupting. One could not challenge the Redflames without getting scorched.

Dravek turned, releasing a heavy huff that blew hot steam from his nostrils. He began walking away, ignoring the countless jests of the other representatives.

...

A bright light ignited in the midst of endless darkness. In its wake, Dravek appeared. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The temperature around him was still scorching hot, but it had dimmed slightly, only because of the being he was about to meet.

Dravek, a Burnblade of the Verge, sank to one knee and bowed, his expression reverent. A few moments passed before a voice finally came.

"Dravek. I’m surprised you’ve paid this old one a visit. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Dravek bowed his head even lower as he spoke.

"I pay my respects to the great Verge."

A light ignited in front of Dravek, and a figure took shape. Still, he didn’t so much as raise his head. He knew his place.

"These formalities are tiring," the voice said, now closer. It sounded like multiple versions of the same person speaking at once from different points in time.

"I have come here to collect on a favor, Great Verge." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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