Atticus walked through the hallway with Yotad and Dario following close behind him. Dario had just interrupted Atticus’s training, informing him about Magnus’s call.
Atticus’s pace was brisk. His excitement could not be hidden. In fact, although it sounded far fetched, it was as though he momentarily forgot about the perilous upcoming situation a year from now.
He was excited to learn more about his elements. Being able to change the composition of his elements was something he was truly looking forward to, especially considering the fact that he had nine elements!
It would most definitely be time consuming, focusing on multiple elements at once. But at the same time, it would be worth it.
The walk was quick and without interruptions, the trio reaching the control room within a few seconds.
Atticus’s eyes scanned around the room as he entered. Its layout remained unchanged, and so did the people. The whole crew was present, but…
‘He’s not here yet?’
No matter how Atticus looked, he just couldn’t find Magnus. Atticus shot Dario a look, which made him flinch and quickly respond, “I apologize, young master, Master Magnus just asked us to meet him at the control room.”
Atticus didn’t say anything, turning his gaze back to the front of the elevated podium where most of the crew members had already gathered and approached.
Atticus couldn’t help but feel the shock in the air. He could vividly remember Amara and the other crew members going through the same thing the day before when they found out the airship’s destination.
The other crew members must have just found out about the same thing.
‘These Sanctums must be important,’ Atticus couldn’t help but think. He found it incredibly odd that they were each so shocked about something as trivial as attending a school, especially after witnessing his true power.
The crew members were headed by their captain, who stood in front of them along with Amara and others.
Amongst the entire crew, including Amara, Atticus had tagged this man as the strongest. While it was true that they were all in the Master+ rank, Atticus could still feel an intense pressure from looking at this man.
No one needed to tell him; the man had seen and gone through a plethora of things, and this showed in his appearance.
The captain had striking white hair, cut short and neatly styled. His face was weathered and tanned, with piercing green eyes that seemed to see everything at once. He had a strong, square jaw and a prominent scar that ran from his left temple down to his cheek.
As the captain noticed that Atticus had entered the room, he swiftly approached and bowed respectfully, with the other crew members following his actions. However, Atticus could still feel the authoritative and commanding presence emanating from him.
Atticus sighed, addressing the bowing figures in front of him, “You know you don’t have to do this every time we meet, right?”
However, a firm response was all he got. “That is impossible, young master. This is a natural reaction considering who you are,” the captain spoke firmly, his voice thick.
The figures of the other crew members bowed even more, their expressions serious and filled with sincerity. It was obvious to everyone that he wasn’t talking about the fact that he was Magnus’s grandson. There was only one word in everyone’s mind: Apex.
Atticus relented; it was not like he could force them to stand down like Dario and Yotad. He skillfully changed the topic, “How much longer until we reach our destination?”
The captain stood up from the bow, his steely gaze meeting Atticus’s piercing blue eyes. Neither of them flinched, an action that made a small smile appear on the captain’s lips. Such confidence!
The captain was well aware of the pressure his presence encapsulated. If it had been one of the Master+ rank crew members, despite the fact that they had experience and were trained, they would have unfailingly flinched at the very least.
Only someone with complete confidence in his strength could have done what Atticus had just done.
A wave of excitement couldn’t help but wash through the captain’s body. ‘Our family really hit the jackpot,’
The captain cleared his throat and shot one of the operators controlling the airship a stare. The man realized what was being asked of him and responded in kind, “In four, three, two, one… and go.”
The display in front of the control room, initially showing a bluish blur, suddenly changed as the airship abruptly stopped, leaving Atticus and the other crew members to bask in the awe of the magnificent scene ahead of them.
They were hovering above a sea of clouds, the sunlight pouring down and making the clouds radiate with a golden light.
The view was ethereal, as if they had ascended to a realm of pure light and beauty. The golden hued clouds stretched endlessly, their surfaces shimmering with the reflected sunlight.
Above these radiant clouds, eight grand structures floated in the sky, each one a marvel of architecture and design, spaced far apart from each other.
These floating fortresses each represented a different element and were built based on their respective elements. The eight Elemental Sanctums.
The Fire Sanctum glowed with an inner crimson light, its walls appearing to be made of molten lava that cooled into solidified flames. Towers spiraled upwards like blazing torches, with flames dancing along their edges. It seemed alive with the element of fire.
The Water Sanctum was a shimmering cascade, its walls formed from flowing water that defied gravity, held together by an unseen force. The fortress resembled an enormous waterfall, with streams and rivers winding through its towers and battlements, the sound of rushing water filling the air.
The Air Sanctum was suspended on invisible currents, a series of floating islands connected by delicate bridges made of mist. The structures were light and airy, with spires reaching toward the heavens and banners fluttering in the wind. It seemed as if a gentle breeze constantly caressed its surfaces.