Chapter 65: Lord Cedric’s approval

As Xavier soared through the skies on the back of one of his phoenixes, his thoughts were heavy. The group had departed for the newly awarded fortress, leaving him alone to handle the critical task of consolidating the clan's resources and retrieving his disciples. The wind whipped past him, but his mind was elsewhere.

"Elior," he began, speaking inwardly, "I've done what I set out to do in Viceland. The Crimson Cult is no longer a threat here, but beyond these borders, it's a different story. Where I must travel next, their presence will be stronger, more entrenched, and far more dangerous. They'll be around every corner."

Elior's voice responded calmly, his tone measured but carrying a hint of caution. "You're right, Xavier. The Crimson Cult may be weakened in this realm, but their roots run deep in the surrounding lands. If they catch wind of your bloodline or the Soul Clan's rise, they'll do everything they can to destroy you."

Xavier's jaw tightened as he mulled over Elior's words. "I've dealt with them before. Their schemes, their tactics… I know how they operate. But if they've grown stronger, I'll need to be prepared for the worst."

"It's not just about their strength," Elior warned. "The Crimson Cult thrives on deception, manipulation, and fear. Their leaders are cunning, and their warriors are merciless. You'll need allies, strategy, and—most importantly—resolve. Even with your current power, you can't face them alone."

Xavier sighed, his fiery determination burning brighter. "That's why I need to gather the clan's resources and my disciples. They're not just warriors—they're family. If the Crimson Cult wants a fight, we'll give them one they'll never forget. But first, we'll strengthen ourselves further."

Elior chuckled softly in his mind. "Spoken like a true leader. But be cautious, Xavier. Do not underestimate them. And remember, you're not just fighting for yourself. The future of the Soul Clan—and perhaps even the realms—rests on your shoulders."

Xavier's gaze hardened, the sprawling landscape of Viceland passing beneath him. "Then it's a good thing I don't plan on losing. Let's see how far the Crimson Cult is willing to go when they face the full might of the Soul Clan."

With that, Xavier urged the phoenix forward, the vibrant creature letting out a cry as they approached the familiar sight of his palace. Xavier's heart was set.

As Xavier secured the last of the clan's resources into his storage ring, the doors to the grand hall opened, revealing Lord Cedric and his disciples. Their presence was a welcome surprise, and Xavier greeted them warmly, bowing slightly out of respect for his former master.

"Lord Cedric, it's an honor. I didn't expect to see you here," Xavier said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Cedric smiled, his expression proud. "How could I not visit my most accomplished disciple? Word of your victories has traveled far, and I wanted to see how my teachings have shaped you."

The two exchanged stories of Xavier's growth and the challenges he'd faced in the realm tournament. Cedric's disciples listened in awe, inspired by the tales of the Soul Clan's rise under Xavier's leadership.

After a while, Xavier turned serious. "Master, I owe so much to you. Without your guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today. The Soul Clan has a bright future, and I'd like to extend an invitation to you. Join us, Master. Help us grow stronger together."

Lord Cedric's eyes softened, and he placed a hand on Xavier's shoulder. "Your offer is generous, Xavier, but my place is here, at the academy. The students need me to guide them, just as I once guided you. However, know that my allegiance is always with you, and should you ever need my support, you only need to ask."

Xavier nodded, understanding his master's decision. "Thank you, Master. Your wisdom and support mean more to me than words can express."

After sharing a final toast to the future of the Soul Clan and the academy, Xavier, Raiden, and Tonya prepared to depart. The phoenix waited outside, its fiery feathers glowing against the twilight sky.

As they mounted the magnificent creature, Xavier turned back to Cedric one last time. "I'll make you proud, Master. The Soul Clan will become a beacon of strength and honor."

Lord Cedric smiled, waving as the phoenix took to the sky. "You already have, Xavier. Safe travels, and may your journey lead you to even greater heights."

With that, Xavier, Raiden, and Tonya soared through the heavens, the wind rushing past them as they made their way to the kingdom of the Soul Clan. Their future awaited, filled with both challenges and opportunities to carve their legacy.

As the phoenix glided smoothly over the skies, Xavier activated his Dragon Eye to gauge the progress of his disciples. The golden aura of his eye flickered faintly as he focused on Tonya first. Her aura glimmered with determination and steady growth.

"Tonya," Xavier said, his tone pleased but firm. "You've reached the Noble 10th rank. Just one step away from the Earth rank. Impressive progress, but this is the most critical stage—don't rush it. Master the energy you have now."

Tonya smiled, her face lighting up with pride at her master's approval. "Thank you, Master. I'll do my best."

Shifting his gaze to Raiden, Xavier's eye revealed an even more striking aura—a powerful Earth 10th rank warrior. His disciple's energy pulsed with stability and strength, a clear sign of relentless hard work.

"Raiden," Xavier continued, nodding in satisfaction. "You've made significant progress. Earth 10th rank already… You've exceeded my expectations. How do you feel about your control over your energy?"

Raiden straightened, his pride barely contained. "It's solid, Master. I've been practicing refining techniques to ensure my foundation is unshakable. Thank you for guiding me."

Xavier's gaze softened. "Good. Both of you should always remember—if you have any doubts, any questions, come to me immediately. Growth is important, but understanding your power is paramount."

The two disciples nodded earnestly, absorbing their master's advice. Just as the conversation ended, Xavier's expression shifted. His golden Dragon Eye flickered with intensity, and his senses heightened.

Crossing into the Voidlands, a faint but undeniable pressure prickled at his aura. He immediately detected five distinct energy signatures, all radiating at the Mystic rank. The warriors were positioned strategically, as if waiting for him.

Xavier raised a hand, signaling for silence. "We've crossed into the Voidlands, and we're not alone," he said, his voice calm but sharp.

Raiden tensed, his hand instinctively moving toward his weapon. "Mystic warriors, Master?"

Xavier nodded. "Five of them. They're close, and their intent isn't friendly."

Tonya's face paled slightly, but she steadied herself, her voice trembling only slightly. "What do we do, Master?"

Xavier smirked faintly, the hint of a challenge igniting in his eyes. "We proceed as planned. Stay close, and don't act unless I tell you. Let them come."

The phoenix continued its path, the tension in the air thickening as the Voidlands' ominous terrain stretched out below them. Xavier's aura flared faintly, a subtle warning to their would-be attackers: the Soul Clan's leader was no easy prey.