As soon as the imposing ship with the Ravenstein’s sigil etched on top of the hull landed, all eyes in the tier one area turned to see a procession of white haired youths walking out from the ship.

At the fore front of these youths was a boy with piercing blue eyes, a katana strapped to his waist. His back was straight, his eyes forward, his every step precise and measured.

As Atticus lead the group, his demeanor could only be described using two words: unflinching confidence.

Aurora, Lucas, Nate and every single one of the Ravenstein youths walked behind him, and it was clear to everyone watching that they all regarded him as their leader.

Every one of the tier one family youths watching them narrowed their eyes. They were all shocked, quite so. They all knew how competitive the Ravenstein family were.

They were all shocked that all the Ravenstein youths were showing complete respect to Atticus.

Most of the other tier ones had already recognized Atticus as soon as they saw him. During the years, Atticus had gone out a few times with Anastasia, so his face was well known amongst other tier one families who practically had spies everywhere, the Ravensteins not being excluded.

They all immediately focused their eyes on him.

The tier one families were proud, incredibly so. One might think that the reason why they dressed well, tried to be imposing, to be admired by all was because they cared about what the masses thought, but that couldn’t be more wrong.

The truth was that every single one of the tier one family, the Ravensteins included, does not care at all what those weaker than them thought.

They only cared about one thing: being better than the people they considered their equals, the other tier one families.

The tier one families were the absolute rulers of every sector, a position that was kept because of their overwhelming strength and power. Anyone in their domain who tried to openly challenge them would only end up one way: dead.

This was exactly why every tier one family, especially when they were in the same place, were always trying their best to make sure they were seen better than their counterparts. And this pride was passed into their next generation.

As soon as they all saw the white haired youths showing Atticus respect, almost all the tier one youths in the area subtly released their auras, trying to intimidate him.

They had all done this to the others when they arrived, but this time was different. This time, the aura was more intense; almost all the groups were all focusing on one person. If their so called leader were to falter here, it would be a huge blow to their reputation.

Meanwhile, as soon as Atticus stepped down from the ship, he had already scanned the whole area, observing everything and everyone with pinpoint precision.

He noticed the slight shock in their eyes when they saw them, the subtle shift in their demeanor, and the cold glints in their eyes. Before each of them had even decided on what to do, Atticus subtly covered the whole group with his aura, shielding them.

Even though they all focused their aura on him, most of them were still inexperienced and might not be able to completely focus their aura on just one person. Which means that it would affect the whole group.

Atticus knew what they were all trying to do: lower their reputation.

The night before Atticus had left the estate, Magnus had asked him to do one thing: make sure the Ravenstein family was number one, every time.

During the entire time the man trained him, he had never once asked Atticus for anything, basically only giving.

Atticus was eternally grateful to Magnus; it was because of him he was able to progress as much as he had. And because of this, Atticus had every intention of following through with what Magnus asked. He was going to make the Ravenstein family number one.

And to do that, under no circumstances would he allow them to lose. He wouldn’t allow any one of the Ravenstein youths to falter here.

The other tier one auras hit the group, but every single one of the Ravenstein youths remained unmoved, their confident gait undisturbed. They all followed their leader’s confident walk, their gazes forward.

Seeing that their little stunt didn’t work, they all turned their eyes away from the group.

After a few seconds, the group finally stopped and stood at one side in the area. Atticus’s gaze swept through the area once again, deciding to use this time to observe the other tier one families.

During the years at the estate, Atticus was able to find out more about the other tier one families in the human domain. He also confirmed some information from Lucas during the journey.

Looking at the groups in the area, Atticus was glad to see that the information he had gathered was mostly correct.

In one corner, a group of red haired youths stood. Atticus was immediately able to tell which family they belonged to, as he had even met them before: The Alverians. They were the alchemists of the human domain with bloodlines that allowed them to control nature and plants.

This bloodline gave them the unique ability to tap into the latent potential of various plant ingredients. This ability allowed them to extract and manipulate the essence of plants and natural elements, making them unmatched in the alchemist field. 𝘳𝑎.𝗇t

Gazing at this group of individuals, Atticus could already see one familiar face among them. It was the same girl he had met when he and Ember went to the arcade when he was 7.

And she, together with a boy whose face could only be described as one thing— annoying— was currently staring at him.

Ignoring their stares, Atticus turned his gaze away from them to look at the other families in the area.

Updated from 𝑖𝘳.𝒸ℴ𝑚