What The Actual Fuck

Atticus gazed down at the different groups of youths gathered below, all staring at him, waiting for him to speak.

They were all assembled in different units of 80 youths, as Atticus had requested yesterday, with each Ravenstein youth standing in front of their respective groups.

Including Nate, there were 11 units in total.

On the side, Aria and Eric were together with their group of 200+ students. On another side, Lucas stood in front of the non combatants that Atticus had grouped the day before.

"You're all remarkably weak," Atticus's cold words sounded, and a palpable silence immediately descended on the training grounds.

The silence lasted for a few seconds before it started getting broken by subtle sounds of teeth gritting and hands clenching.

The sounds were obviously meant to be subtle, not able to be heard, but how could one forget Atticus's godly hearing? He heard every one of the sounds as clearly as day.