Atticus soon found that the people seated on the first row were of a different breed from the rest. Their auras were more refined, their eyes more focused and natural.
They exuded a confidence none of the others could, one that seemed to come from deep within their beings.
Atticus was snapped out of his thoughts by a figure entering the class.
He was a man of imposing stature. His hair was ash, just like his eyes. It looked like his hair might disperse into the air as he walked.
Atticus looked closer. He felt some sort of fog covered the man. It was only after a moment that he realized, it was his will.
'Fog will?' he thought. 'Or maybe mist.'
If there was one bright side to all of this, it was that he was intrigued to see so many will paths. It was impossible to accurately determine how many existed.
The man reached the platform and faced the class. His face was plain.
"My name is Jansen. I will be in charge of taking the Ways to Ascend class."
