As Atticus opened his eyes, he was met with the sights of the familiar campgrounds.
He had spent quite a lot of time at the academy's main campus, so most of his division members had already returned to camp.
The area was bustling with different youths all strolling about.
Atticus turned, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he saw that he couldn't find Aurora standing in the area at all.
"Hmm… is she not back yet?" Atticus was a little surprised to see that Aurora wasn't in her usual spot, anticipating his arrival.
Many might find this thought to be very narcissistic, but Atticus, who knew Aurora very well, didn't think it was.
The girl might act like she didn't care, but Atticus knew just how soft-hearted she was.
"That's right, her mood was odd," Atticus suddenly remembered his last interaction with her. She had been abnormally moody. "Shit, I almost forgot,"
