Atticus ignored both stares of Lila and Lark and turned his gaze to another corner, where a group filled with black haired youths stood.
Every single youth in the group, even the females, had buff, firm metal looking muscles, all with tanned skin.
They were the Emberforge family.
Their unique bloodline was intricately linked to metal. But it went beyond mere manipulation, it endowed them with extraordinary proficiency in the art of blacksmithing.
This innate ability allowed them to sculpt and control metals with unparalleled precision, and their creations bore not only exquisite craftsmanship but also enchantments and diverse properties.
Every single member of the Emberforge family had very good defense, because of obvious reasons.
On another corner, a group of blue haired youths gathered. Each member possessed a slender physique and carried an air of weariness, as if they had relinquished all motivation in life.
They all didn’t seem to care about anything happening in the area and were the only group whose youths had completely ignored the Ravensteins’ entrance.
These were the Enigmalnk family. Their bloodlines leaned heavily towards intellectual prowess, making them exceptional rune engravers. They were a family filled with runemasters.
On another corner, a bunch of bright orange haired youths stood. Each one wore an expression of pride, emanating a heroic aura as if sworn to eradicate any trace of evil.
These were the Stellaris family. Their bloodlines were intricately linked to solar energy, empowering themselves with the energy drawn from the sun.
But even though their bloodlines heavily relied on the sun, after generations of trial and error, they had been able to circumvent this weakness. Each of the youths had a small glowing gem on their foreheads brimming with uncontained power.
On another corner were youths with different hair colors. This was the only group in the area with youths without the same hair color.
If one would look closely, their hair color revealed a dynamic spectrum of hues that shifted every second. The only distinctive feature they all shared was their iridescent eyes.
These were the Nebulon family. They all had bloodlines focused on illusions and deceit.
On another corner stood youths with slender physiques. They all had large ears with intricate patterns and were all putting on large headsets covering their ears. These were the Resonara Family, and they all had bloodlines intricately linked with the realm of sound.
On another corner stood gray haired, large youths all wearing beast clothing that didn’t seem to diminish their appearance in any way. Each of their bodies was covered with tattoos depicting different types of beasts.
A telltale sign of the Frostbane family, gifted with the ability to shapeshift into specific creatures.
The speed at which Atticus was using to observe each and every one of these families was fast, very fast. Needing only less than a second on each group, but upon reaching the last group, his gaze couldn’t help but come to an abrupt stop for a second, but he quickly recovered and removed his gaze quickly, hoping no one noticed.
And the last group was a group of purple haired youths which stood as the center of attention in the whole area. Their presence was graceful as it was peaceful. It was as though the world was happy with their presence. These were the Starhaven family, which had the bloodline that enabled them to summon and bond with spirits.
What had caused Atticus’s gaze to stop was a single person, a girl.
Flawless porcelain skin, amethyst eyes, and purple hair that flowed gracefully down her back, a perfect embodiment of a fairy. Almost every eye in the area was drawn to her.
There was only one word Atticus could use to describe her: beautiful.
Atticus had seen a lot of beautiful women in this life, but even he had to admit that he hadn’t seen anyone that came close to her.
Nate, who was standing just behind him, whistled. He turned to Lucas and asked, “Damn, who’s she, Lucas? She’s fine as hell.”
Atticus also perked up his ears, trying to listen. He was also curious about who she was.
Lucas turned his gaze towards the girl and spoke, “Seeing how the other youths are respecting her, she must be Zoey Starhaven, the next in line to be the matriarch of the Starhaven family,” Lucas explained.
“Zoey,” Atticus muttered quietly. His voice was meant to be subtle, with no one hearing it, but unfortunately for Atticus, a particular red eyed girl had wanted to say something to him and mistakenly heard him.
Aurora smiled cheekily, inching closer to Atticus, “You’ve got a crush on her, hehe,” she remarked silently.
Atticus’s mouth twitched. ‘How the heck did she hear me?’ He thought. Atticus cleared his throat subtly, choosing to completely ignore Aurora.
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A few meters away from the Ravenstein group, Lark gazed at Atticus with a cold expression. “Lady Lila, is that him?” He turned to Lila and asked.
“Yes,” Lila squinted her eyes that were currently completely focused on Atticus. ‘This bastard got handsome,’ she thought.
Despite her acting calm since, Lila still hadn’t forgotten what Atticus did to her during the arcade incident. ‘Pray we don’t meet during the test,’ she thought with a cold glint in her eyes.
Lark smiled and said, “Good. I’ll be back, Lady Lila, let me go teach him a lesson.”
Just as Lark was about to take a step, suddenly an overwhelming aura descended on the area, immediately silencing all the youths currently present in the area.
Each of the youths, including Atticus, turned their gazes skyward to see the imposing figure of a man.
The man had brown hair and a large beard. His whole waist was donned with different sheathed swords around his waist, and on his back was a huge broad sword with its hilt sticking out over his head.
The man exuded an otherworldly aura that only the tier one youths, who had experience with such aura, were able to identify, a Paragon.
