The entire scene could be called comical, and at the same time, it was incredibly funny to some students watching.
The same boy these people had just run to stand with, protecting him as though he were a fragile egg, was the exact same boy who had just unleashed a massacre.
He had cut down limbs, brutally unleashed barrages of punches, and had almost burst open the head of the supposed strongest in the academy. Who needed protection exactly?
Zoey and Ember both turned their gazes back to meet Atticus’ gaze, the both of them offering a nod before their heads turned back towards their fronts, their expressions turning serious.
‘Why can’t you ever get into normal troubles?’ Orion muttered under his breath, two curved swords appearing in his hands as he got into a stance, his demeanor changing.
Kael didn’t even turn to look at Atticus, he felt as though there was no need to acknowledge the fact that he was with him. Actions speaks louder than anything.
The palpable aura enveloping his body remained undisturbed as he stared at the army of warriors standing in front of him with an intense gaze.
Atticus smiled slightly as he gazed at everyone standing in front of him. If he had to be honest, he felt a mixture of warmth and amusement at the same time.
Ember, Zoey, and Kael had been able to lift the restrictions on their powers considerably, reaching the advanced rank.
To him, all of this wasn’t needed.
Atticus and the rest turned their gazes upwards to see the figure of a hover car lowering downwards. It was larger compared to the rest, and although it was pristine white like the others, it looked more luxurious.
As it reached a few meters away from the earth, it abruptly stopped. The figures of a few warriors followed closely around it as though they were ready to guard with their bodies should anything attack.
The door of the hover car suddenly slid open, the figure of a young boy stepping out from it.
As his leg descended, a perfect foot-sized bone suddenly appeared, stopping its descent.
Everywhere he stepped, this same action would repeat itself constantly until he was a few meters away from his car.
The boy turned his gaze downwards, his eyes landing on the figure of the white-haired boy they had come here for, Atticus.
The area suddenly turned silent, the rumbling of the engines seemingly coming to a stop despite the hover cars still being suspended in the air. It was as though everything, living or not, understood the significance of this moment.
The boy suddenly raised his right hand and simultaneously, different hatches opened from each of the hover cars, small-like artifacts streaming out of them.
They each flew high up, filling the space, and then suddenly lit up with a low glow.
Instantaneously, the civilians of the bone race who had raged and left the city to the forest in search of Atticus suddenly came to an abrupt stop from every corner of the forest.
The reason was simple: incredibly large screens had suddenly appeared high up in front of all of them in different locations.
Not only that, even in the city of the bone race, multiple screens appeared all over the city. The rest of the civilians who had chosen to stay behind flooded the streets, each of them gazing intently at the screens that had appeared.
Displayed on them was the current unfolding scene.
Because of the intense way he had used the fire element when he was escaping from the bone city, Atticus had long since lost his latex suit along with his sleek purple suit.
He had subconsciously only been protecting the closest attire to his body from the fire, his simple black robe. This meant that his face was laid bare for all to see.
With the image of Atticus having already been passed around the city, he was recognized immediately by everyone.
The fire in their hearts ignited as they saw his current situation: he was surrounded on all sides by warriors of the bone race, the Ossara family!
An intense amount of pride couldn’t help but set in as they watched the imposing forms of the warriors.
Did he think he could escape after killing their prince?
Atticus turned his amused gaze away from his allies, his eyes facing upwards and landing on the boy.
There was no way Atticus could forget a face, especially when he had seen him clearly. He could see it was that same youth he had seen as soon as he burst out of that building. But there was something different about him this time around.
‘His look has changed,’ Atticus noted. He had this bored demeanor the last time he had seen him, but now it was as though his personality had undergone a major change.
His current demeanor was akin to that of a battle-hardened warrior who had experienced many battles.
It was as though someone had been forcing him before, but now, he had suddenly become invested in everything.
Regardless, Atticus remained oddly silent. He was curious about where this was heading.
The boy’s aura suddenly exploded, the cloak behind him billowing as he spoke,
“My name is Spineus Ossarch, the one who will receive the title Apex of the bone race!”
Spineus’ voice boomed, his declaration reaching the ears of every single individual watching the scene unfold.
The warriors of the Ossara felt their blood boil, their hearts trembling as they all instinctively moved without being told.
“HA!”
Their legs stomped the bone-made platform they were each suspended on in unison, the result echoing with a resounding BAM!
Spineus’ declaration went far and wide, eliciting different reactions from the watching masses.
The civilians of the bone race watching through the screens cheered loudly, their cheers resounding across the forest. Many of them were well aware that their race had been practically enslaved by the humans, but their spirits were still strong, their pride firm.
None would back down from a fight, and seeing a young boy like this standing up to the human who had killed their prince was enough to make their blood boil.
