Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 908  Crimson

Gravity wasn't the only challenge.

As Atticus climbed, his body grew heavier with each ascent. The green sea had stopped rising, but Atticus had never planned to stop in the first place.

However, as he moved, another obstacle reared its head: the wind.

It whipped around him with ferocity, howling like a storm unleashed, threatening to tear him from the mountainside.

Atticus's grip tightened. Now, he couldn't ascend without keeping at least one hand firmly attached to the mountain, or the wind would sweep him away.

A river of sweat drenched his body, mingling with blood from small tears in his skin. His muscles screamed in protest, and every movement pushed him closer to his limits.

But Atticus gritted his teeth and pressed on. His piercing blue eyes burned with intensity. There was no hesitation, no room for second guessing.

Hours bled together as he climbed, his resolve unwavering. Eventually, he reached the storm cloud shrouding the mountain's peak.

His gaze sharpened as he took it in.

The wind outside had been unbearable, but Atticus could only imagine the chaos waiting for him inside.

With a deep breath, he resumed his ascent.