It wasn't some major mind-boggling kind of power-up. They each didn't get insanely strong; heck, any of the Ravenstein youths could still walk all over them easily.
But it was a major progress.
And to him, this progress was good news. It meant that they weren't all that hopeless.
Atticus gazed down at the army of youths below, each of them correctly fulfilling their given roles, with the armored correctly acting as the barrier.
The dealers rapidly whittling down their numbers, and the rangers shooting out different types of ranged attacks, many of them finding and piercing different beasts.
His mind swirled with many ideas and ways he could use to make them even stronger. His initial idea had been to armor them up, and that was what he still planned on doing.
They were all still far away from the kind of army he envisioned.
