Each of the Ravenstein youths in the area turned their gazes to see the figure of Eeus looking at all of them with intense hatred.
His clothes were completely burnt, his previously neatly styled hair disheveled and scattered with lots of burnt spots on his head.
And his previous impeccable attire had been burnt scalding black, leaving only some parts covered.
Eeus held two war axes tightly in his hands, his black exposed arms bulging due to the flex.
His intense gaze locked on the Ravenstein youths, Eeus spoke, his words dripping with fury,
“You just burnt down everything. Everything I’ve worked hard to build for two months!” Eeus screamed, a palpable orange aura enveloping his form in the next instant.
The orange aura intensified, and instantaneously three petite figures shot out from the remains of Eeus’ attire.
The first shot up through the air, its petite form gaining mass and height with every passing millisecond. In the next instance, it reached colossal proportions as it swooped down and landed in front of Eeus, its orange eyes menacingly fixed on the Ravenstein youths.
The other beast had also transformed to colossal proportions, with the second beast reaching 6 meters in height and having a bear-like characteristic with its body covered in blue fur.
The third stood at a height of 4 meters, its form on all fours baring an uncanny resemblance to wolves. Its glowing orange eyes and razor-sharp teeth pointed dangerously at the youths.
The three beasts emitted an unmistakable aura of an intermediate+ rank. They encircled Eeus who stood in the middle of them. They all had the same artifact the students wore on their ankles.
Regardless of if it was a beast or human, any living being entering the academy was forced to wear these artifacts.
At this point, Eeus didn’t even give a damn if he was talking to tier ones; he was just so angry.
“Even if it’s just one of you, I will make sure to take you with me!” Just as each of the beasts was about to attack,
“He’s mine!” Nate suddenly screamed, his form dashing towards the scene from a distance. The other Ravenstein youths hadn’t even been fazed with everything that had been happening. They were a family of warriors, neither one of them would shy away from a fight.
But before Nate could even make it halfway to the scene, a figure suddenly blazed across, covering the distance between her and Eeus in less than a second.
In the next instant, Eeus found himself suspended in the air as a scalding uppercut landed just beneath his chin.
Before the force of the punch could completely travel through his head, turning it into nothing more than roasted mush, a golden aura enveloped his form, and he instantly got teleported away from the scene.
The three beasts immediately lunged at Aurora’s form, but before they could get close, Aurora slammed her foot on the ground, and a wave of fire immediately spread outwards, engulfing the forms of the beasts and pushing them away.
The beasts all tossed and turned while letting out painful screams.
They each stood up, attempting to brave through the pain, their intense gaze filled with hatred staring at Aurora who stood unflinching without any change in expression.
But their artifacts knew their condition better; a golden aura swiftly surrounded them, and before any of them could react, they were each transported away from the area.
“No!!!!!” Nate screamed as he finally reached the area, landing roughly on the earth with a loud thud.
“Why, just why couldn’t you just leave him for meee,” Nate asked while looking at Aurora, his eyes becoming watery as though he was about to cry in any second.
Aurora gave Nate a wry smile, “Sorry big guy, but Atticus wants us to end this battle fast,” she said while shrugging her shoulders.
“You-” Nate appeared about to shout at Aurora, but something kept stopping him. He clenched his fist and faced his gaze downward while muttering meekly, “You bully,” his gaze tearing up, appearing on the brink of crying.
The other Ravenstein youths tried hard to stifle their laughter, hands covering their mouths in futile attempts.
Aurora gazed at Nate’s teary form with slight shock and pity. She had simply wanted to end the fight quickly; she really didn’t expect the dude to actually cry.
Just as she was about to console him, Elijah suddenly approached and placed a firm hand on Nate’s shoulder. The both of them were bulky, which painted a picturesque scene of two bulky men comforting each other.
“If you move quickly, you might still see some of them alive,” Elijah said, his voice still maintaining its humble tone.
His words seemed to snap Nate out of his reverie as he swiped his arms through his eyes, rubbing the tears away.
“You’re right,” Nate responded, his voice sounding hoarse and cracking.
He lifted up his broadsword and dashed away to look for youths from the opposing division who were still alive leaving the rest of the Ravenstein youth laughing behind.
“Aren’t you going to join them?” Atticus asked Lucas, who silently approached him from behind. Out of everyone in the division, it was only Lucas that remained behind.
“There’s no need for me to. They are more than enough,” Lucas replied, his voice mirroring the exhausted look on his face.
Atticus didn’t say anything after that, the earthen platform descending into momentary silence. But it was broken in the next instant by Lucas.
“How did you get so powerful?” Lucas suddenly asked.
Atticus’s gaze narrowed slightly; he hadn’t been expecting that question. Since all the times he had been letting loose and showing his power, this was the first time someone was actually asking him this question directly.
He turned to face Lucas and was met with the same wary look he always carried. “Why are you asking?” Atticus inquired.
Lucas chuckled, “If you were in my shoes, wouldn’t you wonder the same thing?”
“Pfft,” Atticus suddenly burst into laughter, causing Lucas to scratch his head awkwardly. ‘Why is he laughing?’ Lucas wondered.
After a few seconds, Atticus finally stopped laughing and decided to respond to his question, “I guess you can call it hard work? Hmm, yes, hard work.”
“Hard work? Please. If it were only that, then we’d all be at least half as strong as you,” Atticus smiled as he saw Lucas’s deadpan expression,
“And talent,” Atticus added.
Lucas turned his gaze downwards while looking at his arms. “Talent, huh. I guess you’re right,” he muttered.
He had been busting his ass, engraving runes upon runes, but at the end of the day, he only had a little to show for it.
‘Life sure is unfair.’
As soon as this thought crossed Lucas’s head, the terminal of the opposing camp suddenly lit up in a blinding light that shot upwards to the sky.
And then, an AI voice immediately followed,
[The battle is over. And the winner of this battle is…]
