The other Ravenstein youths were equally determined not to be outdone.
Lucas positioned himself at the back lines, his focus on imbuing mana into slates before hurling them into the heart of the approaching swarm.
Each well aimed throw sent the slates cutting through the air, finding their mark amidst the chaos.
Upon impact, the slates instantaneously imploded, unleashing a cataclysmic force that sent blood and gore splattering in all directions.
Contrary to his usual calm demeanor, Chubby unleashed a visceral display of raw power. A maniacal grin adorned his face as he released a barrage of punches, his arms enveloped in flames that danced with an infernal intensity.
The fire incinerated the approaching monsters in a relentless onslaught, leaving behind a trail of ashes as the flames consumed all in their path.
The remaining Ravenstein youths held the line, rapidly dispatching each monster with incredible speed.
The youths at the back line all watched the Ravenstein youth's display of strength with open mouths. 'So this is the power of a tier one family.'
Their surprise was to be expected, as none of them would have even expected their age mates to be so powerful!
They all knew what they could do, and despite hearing from a young age that the tiered family youths were all powerful and more talented than them, seeing it in person was like a huge wake up call to some of them.
They would have never imagined that the gap in their strengths would be so glaring.
Seeing the Ravenstein youths hold back the beasts alone effortlessly, the other youths started to gain slight courage as their grips on their swords tightened, anticipating the impending battle.
Their turns came sooner than later as some of the beasts broke past the first line, their black forms dashing towards the youths.
The black furred beasts, with eyes ablaze in a vivid red, sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light, and drool dripping from their menacing maws, revealed their ferocious nature.
Their movements were a blur of predatory grace, darting with an uncanny agility that belied their size towards the waiting youths.
But unlike what Atticus had expected, with a battle cry, "Attack!" Every one of them rushed, weapons blazing towards the beasts.
Unfortunately, they were far from being able to fight like the Ravenstein youths. They couldn't handle one beast on their own and had to pair up to defeat each beast.
Atticus gazed down at the brutal scene from the air. The entire platform had already been surrounded by the swarming creatures.
Each of them was trying their hardest to climb the platform. Apart from the hill Atticus had created, all other sides of the platform were completely vertical and made sturdy and smooth enough so the monsters wouldn't be able to climb it.
But with the sheer numbers of the creatures, it was enough to form large clusters of beasts which just kept getting taller and longer as though building a ladder.
Any time they got halfway towards the top of the platform, Atticus would manipulate earthen spikes to form on the edges of the platform, impaling some of their forms and scattering the large clusters.
Atticus turned his gaze back at the Ravenstein youths holding the front line, his thoughts churning, 'They can't keep doing this for long,' he thought.
The beasts were just too numerous. Despite the fact that the Ravenstein youths were killing them at a rapid rate, it did little to reduce their numbers. They were still coming in endlessly.
Aurora, a blazing inferno in human form, became a tempest of fire as her entire being was ignited with an intense flame.
In a mesmerizing display of elemental prowess, she unleashed a relentless barrage of punches that tore through the air at a frightening speed.
Each fiery strike left a trail of incinerated beasts in its wake, turning the once menacing creatures into ashes that scattered in the hot, smoky breeze.
The heat emanating from her intensified with every punch, creating a searing wall of destruction that halted any beast unfortunate enough to cross her path.
The relentless assault left no room for hesitation or mercy; the creatures foolish enough to come within 5 meters of her were instantly reduced to cinders.
'She'll get tired fast at this rate,' Atticus thought while gazing at Aurora. She was currently burning through a lot of energy to maintain that form.
Even though she was rapidly killing the beast, the size of the horde was far too much, she would quickly get tired before she even gets through half of them.
'Looks like I'll have to join in soon,' Atticus pondered. He had decided to simply observe because he wanted to see the whole battlefield from above to make sure he wasn't missing anything important.
Plus, he had also wanted the rest of the youths to fight and kill some of the beasts.
'This should be enough to get me a good score,' he thought.
If truly they were being tested, Atticus believed that he had been able to organize his subordinates well enough. Even if he decided to go on a rampage now, it should not be a problem.
Throughout his life on Eldoralth, Atticus had never really let go. And this was especially true during battles.
Atticus was always instinctively holding back, trying to preserve his energy, always planning his next move.
He had never really seen the need for it; it was basically battling like a mindless beast. But that was his logical side of his brain talking.
Deep down, even if it was only once, Atticus wanted to let go.
This was especially true for his elemental abilities.
Aurora's blazing form covered in a fiery storm, Rowan's form covered in blinding lights, Magnus's form covered in crackling lightning.
Just because Atticus had multiple elements didn't mean he couldn't employ his elements like this; he just hadn't seen a reason to yet.
And looking down at this horde of beasts, Atticus found the perfect reason to let go.
