It was as though they could each read Atticus's mind. Each of them felt their hearts tremble, their figures subtly shifting backwards.
They were all bounded, having been captured before they could even gather enough points to unlock any of their abilities. Many of them had at least one limb missing.
Despite the fear, not a single word could be heard.
The balls of water had enveloped each of their faces. The only reason they could currently breathe was because Atticus allowed them.
Atticus gazed coldly at the students. He was glad there was no one among his allies present.
He had made the stupid mistake of letting the student he had found when he rescued Aurora at their camp go. If he had known about the system of points and shop, Atticus would have most definitely not done something so idiotic. Those were free points!
They gave points, they were enemies, and he had no intention of letting them go.
