Drill Sergeant

As Atticus came out of the main mansion of the Ravenstein estate, his gaze landed on the army of white haired Ravensteins dotting the entire estate.

Their numbers were staggering. As the door closed with a loud bam, all eyes turned towards Atticus, who had just stepped out.

His presence overwhelmed all, and they each stared in awe of him.

'This again…'

As Atticus took a step forward, many of them, especially people on the higher spectrum of power, snapped out of it, recalling just why they had all come here.

As Atticus reached the bottom of the stairs, they suddenly parted, creating a pathway that led to the small airship at the center of the estate.

Atticus walked, and then, one by one, like falling dominoes, their heads bowed.

Not from obligation, not from tradition, but from undeniable, bone deep respect.