Atticus got there in just under a minute and saw a group of non combatants standing at the side.

‘That’s right. I almost forgot about them,’ Atticus thought.

Since all of the Ravenstein youth and units had all left the camp, it was only Atticus and the non combatants that were left.

Zara stood at the forefront of this group, her head bowed as she saw Atticus approaching. Surprisingly, Hen was also standing beside her, his head also bowed.

They all had nothing to do.

Seeing them, “Come in, let’s observe the battle together,” Atticus invited them into the control room, causing Zara and the others’ eyes to light up.

Atticus walked towards the building, the sleek door parting and sliding open for him as he and some of the non combatants stepped inside the building.

***

Back in the control room where all the first years were being observed, many of the instructors couldn’t help but frown as they saw Atticus sending out his entire forces away from the camp, leaving practically only him to defend.

They had all initially been surprised when they saw how well equipped and organized Atticus’s division members had been.

He had been able to perfectly get them under control and even turn them in to a formidable force in such a short time.

“Isn’t he a confident one,” one of the instructors commented, and the others nodded in agreement with him. He was truly very confident.

It was commendable but at the same time something that would get one killed during real battles.

Plus, they were all slightly surprised by how energetic each of his division members looked.

Many of them were expecting wary and worn out looking youths, which was a scene they were all too used to seeing during the first division battle of the first years.

But Atticus’s division members were very far from worn out and tired. They were all very energetic.

‘Wasn’t his division attacked by the beast horde yesterday?’ Zael pondered.

His raging dragon had long since calmed down, and he now stood together with Jared, who was also watching the screen in slight confusion.

This question was the same thing going through most of the instructors’ heads.

The only ones that remained unfazed by everything happening were Harrison, Isabella, and the operators who had been on duty the day Atticus had fought the master- rank beast.

They all weren’t surprised one bit by what Atticus had done. In fact, they each supported it.

It wasn’t overconfidence; it was simply stating facts.

He alone was enough to guard the whole camp, even if the entirety of the opposition attacked all together.

Undaunted, they each kept watching the display of the students on the screens.

On the other screens displayed on the massive wall, other divisions too could be seen, with their battles too already started as different processing of youths were moving out of their camp grounds towards the forest.

Just like Atticus’s division, they each were battling in the same format, strategy. Each of their shields had already disappeared, marking the start of the battle.

***

On the south side of the large forest Atticus and his division had been sent to, situated on the top of a high hill was a makeshift camp.

This camp was a stark contrast to the well organized camp of Atticus’s division, which had well made buildings and a wall surrounding it.

This camp had no walls. Its interior was open for all to see. Diverse tents of varying sizes and shapes were scattered nearby, forming a makeshift community not far from the central terminal.

Each tent bore the scars of wear and tear, marked by numerous tears and claw marks that marred their fabric.

The area around the tent was far from clean. The air hung heavy with the stench of blood, courtesy of the numerous beast carcasses strewn about.

There were different food wrappers and waste all around the area with the occasional dried out feaces in many corners.

It was clear that even without the numerous beast carcasses, the people living in this area weren’t friends with hygiene. 𝘪𝑎.𝒸𝘰

At the forefront of the processing of tents, not far close to the black terminal, stood an army of youths who were all currently facing an ordinary looking building that had just recently formed.

The students were the farthest thing from being organized. All of them were standing nonchalantly with some of them even sitting down on the floor.

And all of them, unlike Atticus’s energetic division members, all looked tired and worn out, as though they didn’t each get enough rest.

This was to be expected as they had each just gone through a major battle yesterday and many of them were still spotting numerous claw marks and bite marks around their forms.

They all looked towards the building, waiting for their leaders to finish their meeting.

…

Inside a room that bears a striking resemblance to the control room that had formed for Atticus at his camp, a boy with lavender colored hair and silver eyes stood in front of the table, his focus on reading the rules that were being displayed in front of him.

The room was exactly the same as Atticus’s control room, with only a single square table at the middle of the room, the room being illuminated by the same blue neon lights.

But this youth wasn’t the only one present; all around the table, different youths stood with their backs straight and their gazes facing forward.

If one should observe closely, they would notice that each one of these other students was acting as though they were robots.

It was as if they were being controlled by something or … someone.

After a few seconds of reading, the boy’s gaze landed on the map icon on the corner of the table, swiftly clicking on it.

Looking at the map that had formed in front of him, the boy’s lips curled up into a smile, ‘This would be fun,’

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