As Atticus deliberately raised his arms, thousands of tiny flaming orbs flickered to life, their diminutive sizes exponentially expanding with each passing millisecond behind the earthen platform.
In an instant, they all each reached colossal proportions, each fireball appearing on the brink of bursting with unbridled power, painting the sky in a vivid crimson hue.
"No way," no one knew who among them had spoken those words, but it didn't seem to matter as it encapsulated what every single one of them was feeling.
*CLANG*
The sounds of metal hitting the ground filled the air as many of them dropped their raised weapons, each of them having lost hope.
Despite the fact that their whole camp was covered by a mana barrier, they didn't seem to rely on it in the slightest. It was as though they all knew that it was a fool's dream.
'How the fuck is he still a first-year,' Eeus thought, his head filled with apprehension as he gazed at the massive figures of the fireballs that were casting eerie spherical shadows on the camp.
Each of the division members standing behind Atticus, especially the armored ones, felt their blood boil as they gazed at the spectacular display of power.
They each hit their shields on the earth, the collective action sounding with a resounding
BAM!
If it felt good, it felt really good to be on Atticus's side. This was the first time they were experiencing the feeling of invincibility. It was as though no matter the threat, as long as this white-haired devil was with them, they would easily overcome it.
This action seemed to make the opposing division lose even more morale as the youths operating the heavy artillery all got down from their positions, each of them gazing at the massive fireballs painting the sky crimson.
Each of the ginormous fireballs pulsed with uncontained power, and with a casual flick of his wrist, they descended.
Their fiery forms streaked through the air, the sheer magnitude of the onslaught immediately engulfing the vision of the youths who, by now, had dropped their weapons, their expressions resigned to the impending doom.
It looked as though the world was coming to an end, and the fireballs were the harbingers of divine retribution, there to burn them for their sins.
Eeus gazed at the rapidly approaching form of the fireball, his hands clenched into fists. He had already spent all his points on all the defensive capabilities of the camp, and now he was about to lose even more when he loses this battle.
Two hundred and fifty thousand division points was a lot.
Eeus had immediately tried to surrender as soon as his attacks had been effortlessly blocked, but the AI hadn't accepted it, claiming that he hadn't done everything possible to resist.
"It's not fair!" Eeus's voice thundered, but it was immediately drowned out by the relentless bombardment of fireballs impacting the mana barrier.
The ensuing chaos was nothing short of apocalyptic as wave after wave of scorching fireballs crashed against the protective shield surrounding the camp.
Each impact sent shockwaves rippling through the mountain, shaking it to its core.
During the first impacts, the barrier held, but unfortunately for the opposing division, each attack the barrier blocked deducted a significant amount of division points from them, which simply meant that as long as they had division points, the barrier would hold.
But unfortunately, it was simply a fool's dream.
Eeus doubted if there was any first year who had enough points to block this crazy bombardment.
In the next instant, the second wave of attacks impacted on the shield, but this time around, the barrier was broken through effortlessly, leaving the camp open and without any protection.
It was then the true devastation began. Each fireball impacted on the camp, triggering large
explosions that reverberated through the earth. The result was an instantaneous implosion of the hundreds of makeshift tents for the division members and other buildings in the camp, reducing them in to rubble.
The entire camp was instantly covered in searing hot flames that immediately engulfed the opposing division members.
The screams that ensued were deafening.
The division members who had all been pumped about being on the same side as Atticus couldn't help but shudder.
Now it wasn't about being pumped; they were thanking their heavens that they wouldn't have Atticus as an enemy.
"Damn, that's brutal. But are you planning on having all the fun for yourself!? Leave some for us!"
Aurora suddenly admonished from behind, and as soon as Atticus turned, he was immediately met with a puppy like expression on Nate and surprisingly the rest of the Ravenstein youth.
Atticus couldn't help but shake his head with a chuckle. "Alright," he simply said, his word followed by a casual step forward.
The earth responded immediately as multiple earthen-like stairs formed from the base of the earthen platform, their forms extending upwards through the mountain, completely disregarding the uneven terrain.
In the next instance, they each reached the top of the mountain, just above the camp walls, which were already in ruins with only some parts of it still standing.
"Attack," Atticus's command rang out, and with a war cry that echoed across the area, each of the youths started ascending at a fast pace towards the burning camp, their collective battle cry deafening.
But the one who was thoroughly happy with this command was none other than Nate, who immediately launched himself up, moving at fast speeds and appearing at the top of the mountain in the next instant, his broadsword already in his arms.
Another devastation ensued as Aurora and the rest of the Ravenstein youths all got to the burning camp, each of them immediately starting a massacre and dispatching the youths who were still alive with ease.
After a while and just as each of them was about to relax, a figure suddenly burst out from underneath a rubble, his intense orange gaze filled with hatred landing on the white-haired Ravenstein youths.