A golden glow ignited, and Atticus suddenly appeared at the other end of a large wall. As soon as he did, he instantly muttered under his breath, “Ethereal cloak,” activating his art.
A cloak of mana engulfed his whole body before he abruptly disappeared.
If one could see through Atticus’s camouflage, they would immediately notice that unlike before, there was currently an icy look on his face.
Atticus’s figure suddenly turned and dipped, an intense tension coiling into his legs. With a soundless and seamless movement, Atticus erupted upwards, scaling the wall in an instant.
Not even a second passed. As Atticus jumped over the wall, he instantly released multiple pulses of mana, utilizing his sense of feel. Atticus landed gently on the ground, his senses on full throttle. His gaze swept around the area. ‘Empty?’
Despite the fact that there was a wall surrounding the whole area, there didn’t seem to be anything but a grassland within it.
But Atticus was not fooled; he knew exactly whose division this was, and if he had to be honest, he had expected this much.
Atticus suddenly broke into a sprint, his figure moving at a moderate pace. With every step he took, Atticus would release a pulse from his mana core, utilizing his sense of feel with complete attention.
At this point, Atticus relied more on it than his vision. After advancing to Expert+ rank, Atticus’s sense of feel had been able to cover a whopping 100-meter radius. This basically meant that he could feel anything within that radius, which had completely made him elated.
Sure enough, as he reached a point, the scenery suddenly changed, and the once grassy landscape became a towering cliff so high that its bottom couldn’t be seen.
However, despite seeing all of this, Atticus’s steps didn’t pause. In fact, he sped up, reaching the edge in three seconds.
As soon as Atticus reached the edge, he abruptly jumped up, an action that would baffle many watching the scene. Why would he jump instead of stopping?
But Atticus didn’t seem to care. His vision was telling him that he was jumping down a cliff, but only he knew that it was utter nonsense.
His sense of feel was showing him the true reality, 100 meters away from him. The reason Atticus had jumped was simple: there had been a deep pit a few meters wide in front of him. He was currently in an illusion, and everything his vision was seeing was a lie.
Jumping over the pit, Atticus continued his run and kept on releasing pulses of mana while easily avoiding and dodging any traps along the way. After a minute, Atticus finally left the illusion and reached the division camp.
It was just like most of the division camps he had seen, with a multitude of tents scattered across the field and division members going about their normal business.
Atticus still had his ethereal cloak activated, and thus none of the students could see him. Gazing at the middle of the camp, Atticus was met with another odd occurrence.
The massive black terminal was now visible, but there were no buildings in sight aside from the tents in the area.
But Atticus didn’t ponder on it too much. He released another pulse of mana and ran towards the black terminal. As he got close enough, Atticus suddenly found what he was searching for, his gaze turning icy.
…
It was already afternoon and just about time to have lunch. A young boy with iridescent eyes and rapidly shifting hair color walked confidently through the hallway of a mansion.
He was currently clad in a purple tight-fitted suit that clung to his fit body and had a bit of sweat on his skin.
This boy was none other than Zephyr Nebulon, the same tier-one Nebulon youth who had ambushed Aurora some months back.
Just like Seraphin, ever since Zephyr had seen what Atticus did to Dell, he had never once attended classes. His debt had stacked up, and he was living on negative points.
‘I need to find a solution to this issue fast. I can’t keep living like this,’ Zephyr had also watched Atticus’s battles during the summit. It only further intensified the fear he was feeling. He could defeat the third-year rankers!
Zephyr walked through the hallways, reaching the dining area after a few seconds. ‘Let’s just get some food and continue training. He can’t get to me here anywa—’
Walking through the door of the dining room, Zephyr was instantly met with a scene that immediately made his scalp go numb.
Zephyr didn’t finish his thoughts; he couldn’t. It was as though the world was trying to tell him that it was nothing other than total nonsense.
Zephyr rubbed his eyes fervently, but no matter how much he did, the scene wasn’t changing.
The other Nebulon youths were under his control; they couldn’t, no matter what, use their bloodlines against him.
The academy rules were absolute. Under no circumstances should other students be able to visit another division camp, at least not yet.
If he didn’t attend any lectures and stayed at the division, the white-haired devil couldn’t reach him.
Yet, despite all of these assurances sounding in Zephyr’s head, despite the incessant rubbing of his eyes, reality was cruel.
Currently, in the dining room, each of the 16 first-year Nebulon youths were sprawled on the floor, some in completely respectful positions, bowing with their heads touching the ground. The others had completely battered bodies, their crimson blood drenching the ground.
And just in front of each one of them was the figure of a white-haired boy.
“H-how—” Zephyr only had time to mutter those words before he lost control over his whole body, his figure falling face-first with a brutal thud.
Zephyr’s eyes moved frantically, trying to understand what the hell was going on. But no matter how much he thought, he just couldn’t. He couldn’t feel his whole body, but his limbs were intact, and he was hardly feeling any pain.
He suddenly felt that his face touching the ground was slightly wet, and as he focused on it, it was then he noticed the thin layer of water streaming through the floor.
The sound of footsteps sounded in the next second as Atticus approached, each footfall making Zephyr’s entire body tremble.
