As Eeus's voice echoed across the area, the response was immediate.

The other Wildborne youths immediately echoed his orders and started giving simple and fast instructions to the other division members.

The youth who had been speaking to Eeus earlier swiftly jumped down the large imposing wall and dashed towards the control room in the middle of the camp.

The other division youths all drew out their weapons, with some of them bringing out their shields.

After a few seconds, the large black terminal in the middle of the camp suddenly lit up in a blue glow.

Multiple orbs of light streamed away from the terminal, with some of them climbing the wall and stopping at different spots on top of the wall, while the others kept on going, their forms stopping at different locations away from the wall.

After a few seconds, different massive and imposing forms of artilleries were formed. The army of youths immediately separated as they all moved to man each of the newly formed artillery pieces.

But that wasn't all. The terminal's blue glow increased in intensity as it shot upwards to the skies, the beam expanding and encompassing the whole camp as it reached the top.

In less than a second, the whole camp was covered in a dome-like mana barrier.

Every one of the youths turned to Eeus, each of them wondering why he was going this far.

Who had he seen?

But they didn't have to wait long for his answer as the earlier youth arrived and approached Eeus with a bow, "This is all we can currently afford, young master. Will this be enough?"

"I really hope so," Eeus muttered gravely.

He clicked on his artifact and checked his remaining division points. Running some calculations in his head, he was able to come to the conclusion that they could fire all the artillery pieces at most twice.

'I really hope so,' he repeated his words in his head.

Atticus wouldn't have known, but while the number of first years had been very small, Eeus had been there. He had seen the coldness in those piercing blue eyes.

Eeus shuddered.

'How did I fucking get so unlucky?' he clenched his fist as he closed his eyes and lowered his head.

The youth beside him couldn't help but wonder what was making Eeus act like this. Not even a tier one should be able to get past this defense.

"Young master, wh-" Before the youth could even complete his sentence, Eeus rapidly spoke, answering his question before it was even asked, "It's the white-haired devil."

Those words were spoken in a low tone. Eeus hadn't even utilized mana when he spoke, yet the gravity of that name made it echo in the ears of everyone of the youth present.

It took a second, but immediately it registered in each of their brains. They only had one thing to say, "We're fucked."

As though those words were the green light, the wall on which they all stood trembled.

Each of them turned their gazes to the base of the mountain to see that the approaching threat had stopped.

The large form of the figure was completely covered in dust, obscuring the vision of the youth and making them unable to see it clearly. They all focused their gazes, waiting for the dust to clear.

And they didn't have to wait long as an intense gust of wind swept through the area, clearing the dust away in an instant.

As the students' gaze landed on the boy with white hair and piercing blue eyes standing at the front of the earthen platform, each of them couldn't help but shudder.

It truly was him: the infamous first-year white-haired devil who burned the figures of ten third-years as though it was nothing, Atticus Ravenstein.

"Fire!!!" Eeus's voice boomed as he immediately ordered.

His orders weren't immediately followed. Each of the youths was still in a shocked state.

Eeus's gaze darkened as he saw that his division members were still out of it.

"Fire the fucking weapons, you stupid dimwits!!!" His voice boomed once more, snapping them out of their reverie.

They each started operating the weapons, rapidly tapping the obsidian surface in front of them.

The myriad of heavy artillery all shifted in unison, their massive forms pivoting to point directly towards the towering earthen platform at the base of the mountain.

If one were to look closer, they would see that each massive nozzle was pointed directly at Atticus's form.

"Fire!" Eeus's voice thundered, resonating through the air like a nozzle was pointed directly at Atticus's form.

"Fire!" Eeus's voice thundered, resonating through the air like a war drum. In response, each weapon began to emit a crimson glow, intensifying with each passing moment.

With an explosive shockwave, they unleashed a barrage of red beams so powerful that multiple concentric circles formed around their trajectory, painting the sky a fierce crimson hue.

It was clear that no normal individual could survive such a massive bombardment, but unfortunately for them, the one they were attacking was the farthest thing from normal.

Atticus remained stoic. His hands clasped behind his back as the intense wind whipping about made his hair and clothes flutter.

The Ravenstein youths and other division members all stood behind him, each of them undisturbed by the bombardment heading towards them. After everything Atticus had shown them once again, the trust they all had in him was 100%.

Atticus muttered under his breath, his voice low but resounding in every single one of their ears,

"Arcane Barrier."

Instantaneously, a thick golden translucent barrier formed in front of him, its form expanding until it encompassed the entirety of the earthen platform where they were all gathered.

The bombardment hit the barrier, but instead of the intense shockwave they all had been expecting, the beams hit the barrier soundlessly, their forms silently getting absorbed.

Eeus didn't even have enough time to comprehend what had just happened before Atticus's form, which hadn't moved an inch all this while, finally stirred.

Atticus released his clasped hands from behind his back and slowly raised his right hand.

And then, the sky turned crimson.