The world paused.
The sounds of the thousands of youths all roaring on the top of their lungs abruptly quieted down.
The whole world went silent.
And then, Atticus's eyes flashed as his speed was increased to a level the academy cameras in the control room found it impossible to catch.
Atticus's form tore through the army of youths like a comet streaking across the night sky.
The very atmosphere struggled to keep pace, parting in tumultuous waves as his unparalleled speed defied the natural order.
In a blink, his form materialized at the rear lines of the youthful onslaught, leaving behind a trail of displaced air in his wake.
It took approximately 3 seconds for the atmosphere to register Atticus's actions.
In the first second, a blue streak with the unmistakable figure of a human carved a zig zag pattern through the army of youths tracing down to his current position, leaving an ethereal trace of his journey.
