Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground

Chapter 909  Advice

The soft orange glow of sunlight bathed the peak in its gentle rays, illuminating a tall figure standing at the edge of the cliff.

The sound of whistling wind engulfed the area, the storm below raging furiously. Yet it did nothing to calm the racing thoughts of the man as he stared down the cliff with a cold, somber expression.

"I'm sorry, kid," the spirit muttered under his breath, his gaze fixed on Atticus disappearing into the storm below.

In the next instant, loud, booming laughter erupted, shaking the air and reverberating across the mountain peak.

"Dorander! I never thought you'd stoop so low!"

Dorander's gaze darkened as his head snapped toward the source of the voice.

Standing behind him was the same sly spirit who had been with him when Atticus chose a guide for the fourth trial. Sylas. The man who had been visibly annoyed when Atticus didn't select him, despite all his feigned niceties.

Dorander remained silent, his cold gaze meeting Sylas's mocking expression before he turned away, uninterested in engaging.