Chapter 2098 - Gates (3) (1/2)
”I'm sure you've all been constantly drilled about the importance of this matter, so I won't bore you with the details, but do understand that this mission is strongly tied to the future of our Mortal Alliance.”
Dyon stood with his wives by his side. Madeleine and Ri stood a half step behind him to his right, while Clara and Amphorae did the same to his left.
Before him, the carefully chosen geniuses of their Mortal Alliance stood with a mixture of pride and nervousness.
The second gathering of the Federation was in just a few hours, so Dyon took this opportunity to brief these youths one more time. How the next 100 years played out would directly affect the prosperity of the Mortal Alliance, so they all had to take this seriously.
”First, learn to control your emotions. I'm not a very good example of this, so do as I say, not as I do.”
Dyon smiled lightly as a slight relieving laughter swept through the group.
They knew well how fiery the temper of their leader was, but they also appreciated that he could joke around with them like this.
Some among the geniuses chosen had been by Dyon's side long before he reached such an overwhelming height, so they knew his words weren't empty.
”That said… Anyone who slights our Mortal Alliance deserves a punishment fitting of their crimes. You are all my Sacharro Clan's chosen seedlings. I have high hopes for you all. I don't expect you to lower your heads to anybody, nor would I ever ask you such a thing.
”Perform well and earn the right to your pride. Maybe in a hundred years, the tower quadrants will be our own to command.”
The involuntary Presence laced within Dyon's words made the geniuses tremble. It was clear a fire had been lit in each and every one of them.
To the far left, the elvin geniuses stood. They were led by Zaltarish, Dyon's devilishly handsome former rival with a light shade of grey skin and sparkling red eyes. To his back, familiar figures like his elder hulking sister, his now wife Mithrandir, and Ri's childhood friend Primrose stood.
Next came the Belmonts. They were led by Lionel's little sister Stella who had grown into a fine woman. Her violet hair flowed, and her one blue and one red eye twinkled with battle intent.
Not far from her rival came Aoife. One would think that after reuniting with her mother, she would be a bit less abrasive in her relationsh.i.p.s, but it seemed that Saru's Death Guard had the opposite effect on her child.
When one thought about it, it made sense. Since this was the same woman who supposedly bedded a man as ferocious as Patriarch Mino, she would of course birth such a daughter.
There was no doubt that Aoife was the leader of the Mino Clan youths.
Next came the Ragnors. Many of their upper echelon had been completely weeded out, and many of their talents had had their cultivations cleansed by Dyon's pills, but they still had strength. How could they not when they were led by Thor?