Every single person in the camp was a Ravenstein, and Ravensteins were never cowards.
Immediately, from every corner of the camp, be it instructors, clerks, or even librarians, they all came out and started attacking the incoming individuals.
A tsunami of attacks was exchanged, immediately lighting up the area.
Atticus watched as the attacks illuminated the entire area, his mind operating at a fast speed.
How did this happen? Why is this happening? How did they get past our defenses? Who is attacking?
Ever since he had gotten to this world and gained this godly intelligence, this was the first time he had ever thought this fast and much at the same time, and what was worse, he couldn't figure out any of the answers to the questions.
Intelligence could only flourish if there was enough information.
Then, as if turning off a switch, every thought in his head stopped, replaced by only one thought: Ember.
