Darkness,plete 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 thest 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 hispletely charred cken 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 nced around, attempting to make sense of his surroundings.


    It didn''t take long for him to recognize the familiar room.


    "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 nket, 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.


    His body was feeling good, too good. It was as if the injuries he had sustained had never existed in the first ce.


    Lost in his contemtions, his attention was abruptly seized by a figure bursting into the room.


    Startled, Atticus turned to find Anastasia standing before him. Before he could react, he was enveloped in a warm and tight embrace.


    Atticus didn''t resist; instead, he weed her embrace, closing his eyes and savoring the moment.


    ''I''ve missed this so much,'' he thought, his heart swelling with emotion. After a long,forting minute, Anastasia slowly released her hold, still grasping his shoulders as she studied him closely.


    "Honey, are you okay?" Her voice trembled with emotion, her tonepletely filled with warmth.


    Atticus returned her gaze with a warm smile. "Yes, Mum, I feel okay," he assured her. But his keen eyes didn''t miss the telltale signs – her reddened, puffy eyes. ''She''s been crying. A lot,'' Atticus realized, a pang of sadness washing over him.


    He pulled Anastasia into another tight embrace, this time surprising her. Without hesitation, she held him just as fiercely, as though afraid he might vanish.


    "I''m d you''re home safely," she whispered.


    "Me too," Atticus replied warmly.


    After the heartwarming reunion with Anastasia, Atticus also shared touching moments with the rest of the family. Avalon, Freya, Caldor, and even Zelda and Ethan hade to see how he was doing.


    Seeing them all brought a genuine smile to Atticus''s face, a rare urrence in recent times.


    Amid the warmth and chatter in the room, Aurora had also woken up.


    Atticus couldn''t help but notice the traces of tears on her cheeks. He knew it wasn''t for him. ''So Rowan truly died, huh,'' Atticus quickly deduced the reason.


    Despite all the things Rowan had done to her, he was at the end of the day, her father. There was no way she could ignore that.


    In the midst of the touching moments, Ember remained at the door of the room, silently observing the scene with an unreadable expression. She chose not to enter the room, and after a few moments, she turned away and left.


    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 ck 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 Ravende, 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 d 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.