Chapter 243: Union Grand Meeting

Chapter 243: Union Grand Meeting



"No more holding back... I believe that was what you promised."

Alister smiled slightly as he asked, "I'm surprised you know, tell me how did you find out about that?"

"I was certain it was a personal thought."

Terra smiled, "It was, but the connection between us communicated how your felt, the desire

to not restrain yourself, each of us felt it that night."

"So since your already made a promise to yourself... Wouldn't it be best to keep it?"

"An overlord's words are worth their weight in gold no?"

"So let them know of your might, let any who dare stand before you either fall behind or fall before your power."

Alister took in her words, letting them sink in. He knew she was right; hiding his strength wouldn't protect him from future struggles.

It might even make things harder, as people underestimated his capabilities or questioned his resolve. Standing tall was his path forward, no matter the obstacles.

"I see you have a point." he said with a smile.

"Then tomorrow, let us put on a show."

He stepped forward to the edge of the tree, allowing gravity to take him as he fell gracefully from the tree, thinking.

"Yes, I'll move forward with pride and confidence."

...

It was a long night after that. Alister and his dragons went on their hunts as usual, with Alister leading them across the Wastelands in search of any signs of the dragon kin tribe the system mentioned. Unfortunately, he didn't find any signs, so with their hunt completed, they had to call it a night.

...

It was finally time for the grand meeting, held at the Union's grand hall in Sector Zero. It wasn't in the morning, as Alister had initially thought, but rather toward noon, with the sun setting and the moon slowly emerging. Vehicles carrying both influential figures and members of the media could be seen parked around, as this was not only a place for the grand meeting, but a very popular venue where alliances were forged, broken, and rekindled.

And of course the place to obtain the next big scoop.

A reporter stood outside the grand hall, microphone in hand, wearing a well twlored black suite look under the bright lights of the camera crew. She adjusted her earpiece, waiting for the signal, and then, with a calm, slightly excited expression, began her report as the live broadcast went on air.

"Good evening, viewers!"

She said with a warm smile. "We're coming to you live from the Union's grand hall here in Sector Zero, where today, influential leaders, powerful guild masters, and representatives from all across the Megacity have gathered for what is know to be a very popular annual meeting."

Behind her, the grand hall buzzed with activity, as figures of high status arrived in expensive vehicles, escorted by guards and entourages.

Photographers although behind the lines, we're practically all over her, all their attention momentarily completely captured by her.

In all the excitement, Ivy couldn't help but mumble in a low tone to the others, she clearly wadebt comfortable with the setting. "I swear these huge-profile events are so exhausting," she said, rubbing the back of her neck. "All the cameras and the expectations... I can't handle it

sometimes."

Thorin chuckled, then spoke. "Come on, Ivy! It's just a bit of fun! Besides, we're the Berserkers! We thrive in the spotlight!"

Halzor joined in, leaning closer. "But you've got to admit, it's a bit much. Everyone is just waiting for us to show off. I prefer a good fight over this stiff formality any day."

Maila nodded, her brow furrowing slightly. "I get it, but we need to keep our reputation intact. Events like these are vital for our guild. Still, I wish they could be a little more laid-

back."

Nyra crossed her arms, a slight smirk spreading on her lips. "And miss out on the chance to make a statement? Please. If they want to see us, we might as well give them what they want. Besides we do this every year, and we'll keep doing it till we retire, you better get used to it."

Grimm interjected with his serious tone, "Let's just remember why we're here. There are important discussions to be had, even if this spectacle is a distraction."

"Right," Ivy replied, rolling her eyes but smiling slightly. "Just let me know when it's time to

get serious."

As the members of the Berserker Guild made their way toward the grand hall, their confident strides left a lasting impression on the crowd.

The sleek black vehicle they had arrived in pulled away, and the reporter, eager to maintain the momentum of her broadcast, turned back to the camera with a gleam of excitement in her

eyes.

"And there you have it, folks! The Berserkers Guild has made quite the entrance, showcasing their powerful presence at this year's annual meeting."

"But the excitement doesn't stop here! Our next anticipated arrival is none other than the

White Comet Guild!"

She adjusted her stance, clearing her throat, her enthusiasm brimming as she continued.

"This is the guild that took first place in the Wasteland Display Event this year, well known not just for their skill but for their rising star, Alister, the Dragon Lord."

As she spoke, a sleek, silvery vehicle pulled up, its surface glimmering under the light. The familiar insignia of the White Comet Guild-a soaring comet streaking across a sky-was prominently displayed on the side, immediately capturing the attention of the gathered

crowd.

The reporter's excitement escalated. "Here they are! It looks like the White Comet Guild has arrived! And soon, we'll be seeing the Dragon Lord himself!"

With a quick motion, she gestured toward the approaching vehicle, her voice filled with anticipation. "Viewers, keep your eyes peeled for the arrival of Alister and his dragon

companion!"