Chapter 361


    Cobalt Strike.


    When the news thundered across the Nortnds, a tempest of shock and dismay swept through


    the ranks of Cobalt Strike.


    Treason! Betrayal!


    Disgrace! Anguish!


    They could scarcely believe that such a heinous act of rebellion could unfold within their esteemed


    and proud Organization!


    Thousands of Protégés were seething with fury.


    The Elders who remained at the stronghold emerged from their seclusion to investigate the truth of


    the matter. The number of Elders within Cobalt Strike was considerable. Aside from those


    journeying afield for experience, the Organization typically maintained about thirty Elders at home.


    However, not all Elders had sided with the Grand Elder. Many, indifferent by nature, spent their


    years in istion, delving into the mysteries of Combat Magic. Now, they came forth in outrage,


    their opinions of the Grand Elder entirely overturned - some even cursing him openly. Three loyal


    Elders led a cadre of Elite Protégés and precious Magical Remedies away from the Organization,


    venturing toward the Stormcast to aid the Commander. Others stayed behind to maintain the


    stability of the Organization and to calm the distraught Protégés. Some Elders stormed into the


    Botanic Haven, determined to confront the Botanic Haven Elder – they would have answers, dead


    or alive.


    Chaos reigned throughout Cobalt Strike, with some members so incensed they confronted Semar,


    Adirich, and their associates, demanding an exnation!


    However, the Grand Elder was fixated on capturing the fleeing Commander and had called away all


    his faction''s Elders and middle-aged Protégés, leaving only Elder Connas to secret the unconscious


    Botanic Haven Elder into a hidden valley.


    "Kings'' eptance? So that''s what the Grand Elder truly desires!" Elder Connas, nestled in the


    valley, felt the tumultuous atmosphere of the Organization. The mor was rising from every corner.


    s, what should have been a simple ambush had escted into this dire situation – the caprice of


    fate.


    He didn''t me the Grand Elder''s selfishness. He reserved his hatred for the Commander and the


    Botanic Haven Elder. To think that such a vital relic should be handed over to vin! Did their years


    of devotion to the Grand Elder mean nothingpared to him? Even if they had chosen vin, at


    the very least, all Elders of the Organization should have been informed and consulted in the


    council.


    "Damnable fool, I once respected you," Elder Connas muttered, looking at the unconscious Botanic


    Haven Elder beside him, his fists clenched with the urge to end his life. To think that they had been


    nurturing vin in secret, making light of the other Elders!


    But what could he do with the Botanic Haven Elder now? With the Commander escaping and the


    Nortnds in uproar, warriors would soon converge upon Stormcast. The winds of change were


    blowing, fraught with peril, and the oue remained unpredictable. Should he kill the Botanic


    Haven Elder or take him to Stormcast?


    After much deliberation, Elder Connas decided to leave Cobalt Strike with the Grand Elder and lie in


    wait near Stormcast, ready to act ording to how events unfolded.


    The Protégés of Cobalt Strike continued to reel from the shock, as though their most sacred beliefs


    had been defiled. They could not bear it. Many Protégés left Cobalt Strike in droves, rushing


    towards Stormcast. Regardless of whether they could be of help, they were determined to express


    their outrage and make it known throughout the Nortnds that Cobalt Strike would not harbor


    traitorous rebels!


    "vin, what have you done," Niks mused, his gaze fixed on the direction of Stormcast. His


    expression was exaggerated. “The Kings'' eptance.” Such a thought set his heart aze.


    "A storm is brewing," Myke remarked, his long hair flowing, calm, andposed. His handsome


    face was as beautiful as a maiden''s.


    "Shall we go and see?" Niks clenched his fists, his rough demeanor brimming with vigor.


    "The news seems deliberately spread. I suspect there''s more to it. Let''s go. A rare spectacle like


    this is worth witnessing."


    Upon receiving the news, Carlys rushed to Celesse, only to find the courtyard deserted – her


    mentor and Celesse were gone. Worried and anxious, she quickly gathered her belongings and set


    off for Stormcast.


    Protégés by the score left Cobalt Strike, their momentum unstoppable.


    Roald stood in his courtyard, gazing distantly, lost in thought.


    "Kings'' eptance!"


    "The true secret of Antis!"


    "A legacy spanning millennia."


    "Why entrust it to vin? Commander, why!"


    “Where do I fall shortpared to vin?”


    “vin, who harbors resentment towards Cobalt Strike – why would you nurture him?”


    Roald couldn''t fathom it, nor could he ept it. He had always been Cobalt Strike''s most cherished


    prodigy, held in high regard alongside Celesse, basking in glory and resources, with thousands of


    Protégés looking up to him. The recent string of setbacks had already left him frustrated, but today''s


    news struck a much deeper blow.


    “So, in the Commander''s eyes, I am far less than vin.”


    Roald stared at the majestic Organization peaks, silent for a long time before resolving with


    determination. “I will leave!”


    “Regardless of the so-called betrayal, regardless of the disaster befalling Cobalt Strike, regardless


    of the legacy – I shall concern myself with none of it. If I am not valued here, why should I stay and


    endure this humiliation?”


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    During a tumultuous period in the Nortnds, marked by internal strife within the Order of the


    Cobalt Strike, Roald, the vaunted Golden Protégé, made a resolute decision to depart from the


    Order, carrying with him deep frustration and a touch of wrath.