บท 70: Runesmith

The man had the signature white hair of the Ravensteins, and, to Atticus's surprise, he possessed a slender figure. It was the first time he was seeing an individual of such strength being anything other than heavily muscled.

The camp had separate instructors for each year, and with their various activities, it was entirely possible not to encounter some of them.

"Welcome, trainees! For those of you who don't know me, I'm Reed, and I'll be the host for today's combat challenges," he announced, his words reaching the ears of each of the trainees. Turning his gaze toward the booth at the top of the arena. The tinted glass couldn't obscure the view of someone with his level of strength.

In the booth, Rowan was seated on a lavish chair with Finn standing behind him, while the instructors who had chosen to watch were all seated at a lower elevation below him.