Jolted

The golden light of the terminal ground lit up in the same golden glow as always, and the form of a white-haired boy with a cold gaze appeared in the area in the next instant.

Atticus took in a deep shuddering breath. He didn't even bother to focus on the surreal feeling of the space element that came with teleportation this time around. He was still pissed at everything that had just happened.

'Calm down, calm down,' Atticus let out deep calming breaths, trying to calm down his mind. It took a whole lot from him to walk out of that situation.

It had been completely against his nature, but Atticus's logical side had eventually won the debate. If he unleashed everything he had, he couldn't win.

Atticus opened his eyes, his gaze landing on the familiar campgrounds. The whole area was completely devoid of students. There was not a single person present apart from Atticus, who had just arrived.