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There were only four people Atticus wanted to give a brutal beating to, and this was because he knew that they were the ones responsible for the formation of this pathetic excuse for an army.

What were they expecting? That ganging up against him would make any difference?

"An army of ants is still exactly that, ants. One large foot is all I need," turning towards Seraphin's battered figure, he continued, "You're lucky I don't have the time to waste."

Atticus's icy words traveled far; it was as though they didn't follow the conventional rules that sound usually obeyed.

Everyone heard it. From Zezazeus, who was moving towards them at fast speed, to the millions of youths watching the battle unfold. And as they did, their hearts couldn't help but tremble.

Atticus suddenly tightened his grip, the sound of Seraphin choking and gasping for breath permeating the area.