Chapter 849 Anger

Chapter 849 Anger

As he appeared far in the distance, Blackgate's mind raced, processing every second at superhuman speed.

'I need time. Just a moment...'

But there was none.

BOOM!

Atticus appeared before him in a streak of purple light, his katana slashing down with terrifying speed.

Blackgate's eyes widened in shock as he barely managed to open another gate to escape. The void swallowed him again, and he reappeared farther away.

But Atticus was relentless.

Before Blackgate could catch his breath, Atticus was there again, his blade arcing toward him.

"Damn it!" Blackgate snarled, forcing another gate open to flee.

What followed was almost comical.

A chase erupted in the skies of Sector 8.

Blackgate disappeared and reappeared in a desperate attempt to escape. Gates opened and closed in rapid succession, swallowing him up before Atticus could land a killing blow.

But Atticus didn't relent.

Every time Blackgate reappeared, Atticus was there, a flash of purple light, a deadly blur, his katana striking with unerring precision.

Blackgate's heart pounded. He, a paragon over a century old, was running. Running from a seventeen-year-old boy.

Sweat drenched his body, his breathing ragged.

Each swing of Atticus's katana came closer. Each gate opened later. Blackgate could feel his control slipping, the gap between life and death narrowing with every second.

And Atticus's gaze never wavered.

Cold. Unforgiving. Relentless.

It was the gaze of someone who wouldn't stop until his opponent was dead.

'Damn it! Damn it!'

Blackgate's mind screamed the words on an endless loop as he appeared and disappeared, barely evading Atticus's relentless pursuit.

He gritted his teeth, fury coursing through him. The humiliation was unbearable. A paragon, a being who had ascended through centuries of blood, sweat, and sacrifice, was being hunted like prey.

By a seventeen-year-old.

Another flash of purple light. Another streak of deadly motion.

Atticus appeared before him, katana slicing in a vicious arc.

Blackgate twisted desperately, the blade grazing his shoulder. Blood sprayed into the air. He vanished again, reappearing meters away, his breathing ragged.

Blackgate couldn't form a gate. Not here. Not now.

And Atticus didn't hesitate.

His katana descended like a meteor, slashing diagonally toward the side of Blackgate's neck.

The entire world seemed to freeze.

The paragons of humanity held their breath, their gazes locked on the unfolding scene.

But just as Atticus's blade was about to connect, his eyes flickered to the side.

A spherical artifact appeared in Blackgate's hand, igniting in a blinding flash of light, the same kind he had seen before with Veylor.

Before Atticus could react, the sphere expanded, swallowing Blackgate whole in an instant.

WHOOSH!

Blackgate vanished.

Atticus's katana followed through, slashing with unrelenting force.

BOOM!

The missed strike carved a deep, radiant purple slash across the battlefield, the energy tearing through everything in its path.

The slash didn't stop.

It surged forward, unstoppable, cutting clean through the Eternal Canopy Tree.

A sharp, deafening crack echoed as the base of the tree split apart.

For a moment, everything froze.

Then, it began to fall.

The colossal tree, towering above the world, tilted slowly at first, its immense weight pulling it down. The ground quaked as roots ripped free from the earth, dirt and debris exploding in massive waves.

The paragons' gazes snapped to the scene, their expressions darkening.

"It's falling..." Seraphina muttered under her breath, disbelief laced in her voice.

As the Eternal Canopy Tree crashed downward, its immense size eclipsed the battlefield in shadow. Above it all, Atticus hovered.

His body radiated a violet aura, his spiritual energy swirling like a storm around him. The light from his katana reflected in his cold, unyielding eyes.

He looked down upon the devastation like a deity, untouchable and absolute.

His gaze remained fixed on the spot where Blackgate had disappeared.

He didn't move.

He didn't flinch.

Instead, the sky rumbled, the heavens themselves seeming to acknowledge his anger.