Shifting his focus, Atticus turned his attention to his surroundings. Hard stares were fixed on him from every direction, and he could feel the weight of them clearly. Awe, anger, intrigue, fear.
It was understandable. What had just happened was more than enough to shake most people.
The truth was, Atticus had genuinely underestimated the impact of his actions. Orvain, like many of the successors gathered here, was considered a genius, one of the cream of the crop and among the most likely to win the entire competition.
Yet Atticus had casually slapped such a figure aside without giving him any chance to react.
It was insane, something no one would have believed possible, and it had completely altered the way everyone now looked at him.
'So that's Atticus Ravenstein.'
From one corner of the area, a woman with wisps of frost curling from her body smiled coldly in his direction.
'Atticus Ravenstein...'
