And just like that, two weeks passed.
During that time, the Ravensteins had been relentless in their searches. It was incomparable to the last time where they simple locked down the sector; this time, they left no stone unturned in the sector, searching every inch of the sector.
They were successfully able to find and destroy all the bases of the Obsidian Order in the sector. It was a scene that shocked all the other tier one families in the human domain.
They had all been trying to eliminate the Obsidian Order for years without success, and now the Ravensteins had achieved it seemingly effortlessly.
Granted, the Obsidian Order appeared to be weak, surprisingly so. From the information gathered so far by the tier one families, they only had one Grandmaster rank member in each sector heading the entire branch. However, what made them dangerous was their ability to hide effectively and escape, making it difficult for the families to eliminate them.
Every single one of their attacks had always been sneak attacks, catching the families off guard in unexpected places and times.
While the Ravensteins methods had incurred the ire of many families in Sector 3, the tier one families couldn't help but focus on the results.
And indeed, they were right. The Ravensteins' thorough search had left many of the tiered families in the sector dissatisfied, but did the Ravensteins care about their feelings? No.
Despite sending letters to subtly express their dissatisfaction, did the other families have the courage to take more significant action? No.
This incident served as a wake up call for some of the families in the human domain; the Ravensteins were the absolute power in the sector.
This perception was further enhanced by the fact that the Sentinel Guardians hadn't shown up during the Ravensteins' rampage. It was clear that the Ravensteins had something to do with that, and indeed they did.
The Sentinel Guardians were established in every sector, with at least two Grandmaster ranks overseeing the branches. The head of the Silent Nexus, Lyanna, had simply paid them a 'visit.' Using only God knows what methods, she was able to 'convince' them not to interfere.
But despite all the searching, they weren't able to find Alvis and Ronad anywhere. After a few days and constant pressure from the other Paragons, Magnus had been forced to deactivate the Aegis Shield.
Days had passed since then, and parents and other family members had shed tears mourning the loss of their children who had died at the Raven camp.
Although the anger was still present in everyone's mindset, things had quieted down a bit. The family had suspended the Raven camp for now, leaving all the youth to recover and train at home.
Atticus stood in front of Anastasia with a tired look on his face. She was currently bent down to his level, scrutinizing him thoroughly.
"Mom, don't I look okay already?" Atticus inquired, a hint of exhaustion in his voice.
"Hmm," Anastasia mused, her index finger gently caressing her chin as she regarded him with a keen eye.
She took her time to appraise his appearance before finally nodding with a warm smile. "I suppose that's acceptable," she replied, clearly satisfied with her work.
Atticus let out a sigh and shifted his gaze to the full-body mirror on the side. Seeing his looks, Atticus couldn't help but feel both proud and sad at the same time.
He was proud of his appearance but sad at the regrettable loss of his spiky white hair. Atticus loved keeping his hair spiky because it made him look unrestrained, but Anastasia had gotten rid of it and made it fall down on his neck.
His signature spiky hair now cascaded down his neck, giving him a more mature and polished appearance. His striking blue eyes had grown even more intense, adding an air of confidence and determination to his face.
He was attired in a robe that exuded elegance and taste. It was a pure, eye-catching garment adorned with black stripes running from his neck down, accentuating his youthful handsomeness.
The meticulous choice of clothing and accessories spoke volumes of the family's wealth and status. His attire was embellished with various expensive pins and ornaments.
'I can't wait to grow up,' Atticus thought.
Anastasia marked her approval of his appearance by bestowing a gentle peck on his cheek, her voice tender as she whispered, "Perfect."
"Ugh," Atticus groaned in response. As he was contemplating if he should run for it or not, a petite figure entered the room.
She was wearing a pale blue robe adorned with delicate white lace at the hem, a choice that exuded both elegance and a touch of innocence. It had short sleeves, and a white ribbon sash was tied around her waist.
The appearance of this figure elicited an immediate smile from Anastasia, who couldn't hide her delight. "You look so good, Aurora!" she exclaimed warmly.
Aurora blushed in embarrassment. "Thank you lad-" Before she could finish her sentence, she noticed Anastasia's raised brow, signaling that something was amiss. Aurora swiftly corrected herself, addressing Anastasia with a newfound shyness. "M-mom," she stammered, her head bowed, hands clasped together.
Anastasia smiled and nodded, clearly pleased.
During the past week, Anastasia had tried to bridge the gap between herself and Aurora, making sure she didn't feel alone, especially when Atticus was always training. One of the first steps she took was to convince her to call her "Mom."
She had been careful to observe if Aurora would be comfortable referring to another person as her mother and was happy to see that she agreed.
Suddenly, laughter erupted from the side, making Aurora's cheeks turn even redder. She turned her gaze to see Atticus laughing at her reaction. Just as she was about to pounce on him, Anastasia spoke with a smile, "Come to think of it, honey, I don't think we're done yet."
Hearing that, Atticus immediately froze, swiftly putting his hand in his mouth and clearing his throat. He turned his head to the left and then looked at Aurora, flashing a smile. "You look good, Aurora."
Anastasia and Aurora immediately burst into laughter, their laughter echoing in the room. Atticus cleared his throat and turned away in embarrassment.
After a few minutes of fooling around, they all made their way downstairs.