Atticus’ life shattered in a single day, betrayed by his girlfriend, and then shot dead by a mysterious man. But instead of the lonely void of darkness, he woke up in another world, reborn as the heir to one of the most powerful families in the human domain, in a world ravaged by war and teetering on the edge of defeat against a brutal alien race. Now, driven by intense rage and a thirst for vengeance, Atticus will stop at nothing to grow stronger, uncover who killed him, and fight for survival in a war torn world. Discord: https://discord.gg/8JthpjYZez
It was not in the human language.
It was not any language that Atticus was familiar with.
But somehow, Atticus knew what the man had said.
Come.
The moment Atticus heard it, control over his body was seized.
His figure shot forward, wind whipping around him as he came to a stop, hovering mid-air in front of the seated man.
The figure's gaze bore into him, unblinking, as if dissecting his very soul. Its eyes were pure gold, radiating a soft, otherworldly light.
Atticus's breath froze. He forced himself to stay calm, but his mind was a storm of thoughts. He couldn't move, no matter how much he tried. He attempted everything, every single one of his powers, yet he couldn't even lift a finger.
'Ozeroth?' he called inwardly.
"Bo—"
Ozeroth's voice was cut off as the figure spoke again, its deep tone rumbling like an ancient mountain shifting.