Chapter 124 Warmth

Chapter 124 Warmth

Darkness, complete and absolute, shrouded his vision. Atticus found himself trapped in this void once more, a sense of déjà vu washing over him.

'Not this again,' Atticus thought, a hint of frustration creeping in as he tried to make sense of what was happening.

'Am I back in the life weapon?' He pondered. This was exactly what happened the last time he was knocked out

As if in response to his inner turmoil, the suffocating darkness slowly began to recede, revealing a scene that immediately gripped his heart in a vise.

Before him, Ronad stood with his completely charred blacken skin, a chilling grin etched upon his face. He held a gleaming sword dangerously close to Ember's delicate neck.

Atticus' voice cracked as he shouted, "No!" His legs carried him forward, but no matter how he sprinted, the gap between him and the duo seemed to expand.

And then, without hesitation, the sword descended.

With a gasp, Atticus bolted upright, his body drenched in sweat. He took a few deep breaths to steady his racing heart, then slowly opened his eyes.

He glanced around, attempting to make sense of his surroundings.

It didn't take long for him to recognize the familiar room. n-.0VeLBIn

"I'm back at the estate?" Atticus muttered to himself.

While trying to process the situation, he noticed a stirring on the left side of the room. Atticus squinted in the dim light and soon identified the figure slumbering on the couch.

It was Aurora, wrapped in a thick blanket, her peaceful form gently rising and falling with each breath.

Not wanting to disturb her rest, Atticus carefully swung his legs over the side of the bed and quietly descended to the floor.

Atticus noticed Ember at the door, and he could understand what she was going through.

She basically saw the man that murdered her father in front of her, who even had the audacity to insult him again in front of her, but she was unable to do anything. He could understand the turmoil her heart was going through.

After a few hours, they all left the room, including Aurora, leaving Atticus to rest.

Atticus sat down on his bed, a sense of shock washing over him as he realized that two days had already passed since the incident at the camp. 'My injuries must have been really severe,' he thought.

Suddenly, he remembered something important and, gazing into the distance, he called out, "Arya."

No response.

"Arya," he called out once more, and then, a woman suddenly materialized beside him.

Atticus turned to see a woman with short black hair and green eyes, standing at 5'7" tall, a few meters away from him.

She bowed respectfully as she materialized, her face veiled within the bow.

But Atticus's perception was far too sharp not to notice the subtle changes in her demeanor.

Although she was trying to hide it, he noticed that her nails were recently bitten, as if she had been nervously chewing on them. He also noticed her palms were recently injured, as if she had been clenching her fists, among other small signs of unease.

Atticus smiled seeing her act this way. And then without waiting he quickly hugged her, flustering Arya, muttering, "I'm back,"

Although just like the rest she had wanted to greet Atticus when he woke up, but at the end of the day she was just Anastasia's Ravenblade, a servant of the family.

Even though Anastasia and Atticus treated her more than that, she still had to maintain a certain amount of distance and professionalism.

Yet, seeing Atticus embrace her so warmly, her cold and formal facade crumbled, and she hugged him back tightly. 'I'm glad you're back young master" she replied warmly.

After a few seconds, they separated, and then they talked for a few minutes. Arya provided Atticus with a detailed briefing on everything that had transpired during his unconsciousness.