A half-foot-sized golden shield with a low glow materialized underneath Atticus's feet, his figure shooting across the air at fast speed.
The first thing Atticus did as he saw the figure, before he even knew who it was, had been to click on his artifact and check if that had been his target.
Luckily, he wasn't.
What had made Atticus enter a deep thought was the situation he had just witnessed. Kael had been running through the city followed by an army of soldiers who most definitely wanted to catch him.
From his aura, he seemed to have entered the Advanced- rank already, but this wasn't what was baffling him.
What had him puzzled was the fact that he hadn't yet been caught.
The same assumption Atticus had made earlier suddenly sprung up in his mind once again. The academy had placed restrictions on the bone race.
'Either a certain rank or age are allowed to attack us for now.'
