Escape

With Aurora holding him tightly behind, Atticus reached the hatch of the prison pit, opening it slightly.

His gaze landed on the forms of the guards he had killed. 'They're still standing, good,' he thought.

After that, he turned and focused on the guards on each of the watch towers. Luckily, they were currently in the process of switching their positions.

'More or less 10 seconds to get to the first artillery, and then I'll think of a way to sneak past them and get outside the camp,' Atticus strategized.

Atticus could hear faint murmurs and curse remarks coming from the students below him. They were each trying to climb the smooth and edgeless walls but were failing miserably; not everyone had good mana control like Atticus.

What was worse, they weren't being even the least bit subtle about it! This was exactly why he had no intention of taking them along.