A loud cheer suddenly rocked the coliseum as the students shouted at the top of their lungs.
At this point in time, many had stood up from their seats, some even taking off their clothes and waving them around as they screamed and cheered.
In the Ravenstein section, a large exhale permeated the area as they each released a sigh of relief. This was instantly followed by Nate letting go of the hands he had been holding, jumping upwards, and thundering, “YESSSSS!” The rest of the youths broke into wide smiles.
But among all the intense cheers, none cheered as loudly as Gon. The fact that he was holding a speaker close to his mouth didn’t help the matter.
The speakers were designed to accommodate millions of youths, so their loudness was expected.
With how loudly Gon screamed, the millions of youths couldn’t help but pause and turn their gazes towards the sky where the sound originated from.
Gon, who suddenly realized what he had just done and felt the millions of gazes on him, awkwardly cleared his throat, scratching his head in embarrassment. But he was still thoroughly excited about the unfolding events. He wasn’t going to go bankrupt!
Seeing as it was just the commentator who had screamed, each of the students turned their gazes away from him and immediately focused on the screen. None of them wanted to miss a single second! Everything was just starting, as Atticus had just entered their city.
What was most baffling was the fact that Atticus wasn’t the first to enter the city! Every one of the students knew exactly who had caused the explosion, but they each sent a small glance before immediately taking their gazes away, back towards Atticus’ screen.
Atticus, unaware of the millions of youths in the coliseum focusing on his every move, took his first step into the city.
Atticus hadn’t been joking; everything was truly white, even the floor. There was still some distance from the gate to the city, and the entirety of the floor was white from the gates. It was as though he entered a world of whiteness.
At this point, the captain had already moved further ahead from them, running into the city without even turning to look back at the squad. It was obvious that he was in deep urgency.
Atticus turned his gaze and met Aurora’s at the side, a deep sigh escaping their lips. Since he didn’t have to control their heartbeats and breathing again, Atticus had been relieved from a huge strain.
He was utterly exhausted, but now was far from the time to rest.
They continued moving towards the city ahead, reaching it after a few moments.
There were no walls again surrounding the city apart from the main wall they had just passed through.
Atticus and Aurora entered the city, greeted by a futuristic skyline dominated by tall, pristine white skyscraper-like buildings of various shapes and sizes.
The advanced society was obvious in the sleek design and modern architecture. White hover cars zipped through the air while pedestrians, dressed in a variety of attire, bustled about, their conversations creating a cacophony of clattering sounds in an unfamiliar language.
The ground beneath them was padded with the same white material as the path they walked on, adding to the city’s pristine whiteness.
Amidst the activities going on in the area, overdressed teenagers walked about the streets mixed with individuals dressed in attire reminiscent of business suits, carrying briefcases as they navigated the busy streets.
Traffic lights operated efficiently, directing the flow of hover cars with the occasional blare of car horns.
‘This wasn’t what I was expecting,’ Atticus thought to himself.
He cleared his thoughts; now wasn’t the time to admire the scene and suddenly turned, starting to walk towards a certain direction.
Atticus wrapped up his perception to its highest level, taking note of his surroundings with precision. He made sure he wasn’t being followed as he entered a dark alleyway not far from where they had been.
It was situated between two tall and large skyscrapers and had a dead end at the other side.
Upon reaching the dead end and making sure no one was in the area, Atticus and Aurora both removed their helmets simultaneously, Atticus resting his back against the wall as he breathed heavily.
“Are you okay?” Aurora rushed towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder and scrutinizing him thoroughly. She was smart enough to maintain a low voice just in case.
Atticus gazed at her and gave her a short nod, focusing on one of the space storage compartments. He brought out and instantly drank a stamina restoration potion, his body receiving instant relief.
Atticus and other water elementalists had the cheat ability to restore their fatigue by using the water element, but unfortunately, when it came to healing fatigue caused by bloodline overuse, it was different. A potion was better suited.
After releasing rhythmic breaths and regaining his composure, he turned towards the forms of the soldiers who had long since slumped on the floor since he released his water element. Aurora’s suit had also returned to its normal size.
“What now?” Aurora suddenly asked.
Atticus closed his eyes, released a deep exhale, trying to reach a state of calmness. After which Atticus tapped on his artifact, checking the time remaining.
“We still have 10 hours to reach our target. We’ll catch our breaths here first before we move,” he replied.
Aurora nodded gently and sat down just beside Atticus, resting her back on the wall.
Neither of them said anything for a while, the area descending into utter silence. And then, both their gazes snapped to the entrance of the alleyway where the sounds of clattering had just sounded.
Atticus suddenly placed his palm on Aurora’s shoulder, stopping her from erupting. He met her gaze and shook his head, placing a finger on his lips. Aurora nodded in understanding and quieted down.
Atticus channeled his mana and instantly put the bodies of the dead soldiers inside one of the storage compartments, focusing his gaze on the entrance where two figures had just entered.
The sounds of clattering intensified, causing Atticus to prepare himself for any potential attack.
In the next instance, Atticus’s gaze landed on the figures of two young individuals with all the features of the bone race, engaged in a passionate kiss with each other.
