Endless Horde: Through the Eyes of a Godking

Chapter 522 Influx of Recruits, Reunion with the Tower Master

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Cedric wore a confused expression as he stared at the transport ships unloading people on the camp. He counted at least dozens just today, and suddenly, the camp felt more populated than before.

He's not complaining. He just finds it weird. Especially since, from what he saw, the new arrivals don't seem to be too stoked to be here. Which is fair; that's what the majority feels when coming here, but this batch of people looked 'extra' unwilling. He'd even say that they're most likely punished to be here.

"The matters of the Void are no longer a secret to the general populace of the alliance."

Cedric heard a familiar voice behind him. He turned around and saw a tall and lean figure wearing a void suit speaking to him. Judging from the aura he's exuding, he's a cosmic-level expert and one that Cedric had a few interactions with before. More importantly, this one is a chancellor.

"Greetings, Sir." Cedric didn't dare to be negligent. Even though he only had a few interactions with this person, his status commands respect that must be given, especially in a place like this.

"At ease, Child." The Mystic Fae Chancellor spoke. Cedric could also hear the small grin on his face. If only he could see what's behind that mask so that he could confirm why he felt so familiar with him.

To his surprise, though, his wishes were granted. The visor of the Mystic Fae Chancellor's void suit opened up, revealing a gorgeous and noble appearance it's been hiding all along.

The long platinum blonde hair cascaded behind the chancellor. His piercing verdant eyes bore down on Cedric, exuding fondness and kindness. His face was as sharp and chiseled as his physique, yet it contained grace and nobility, a trait that the majority of Mystic Fae males exude naturally, even more so by their Chancellor.

Yet more importantly, now that Cedric has seen his face, he finally understands why his voice and presence vaguely feel so familiar to him.

"Tower Master!" Cedric exclaimed in surprise.

That's right. As it turns out, Silas—the Tower of Prodigies' Tower Master—turns out to be Mystic Fae Chancellor all along. This is where Cedric's familiarity comes from.

"It is indeed I." Silas gently smiled at him, patting Cedric's shoulders; he asked, "How have you been lately, Child? My apologies for going radio silent with you after sending you to the training camp. I have been occupied with my recent promotion."

Cedric could hardly blame him for that. Truth to be told, he never thought much about it.

Cedric stared at the new arrivals and sighed as well, saying, "This would be a headache for the Disciplinary Office."

"Oh, for sure it is."

It's obvious that at least 90% of these people didn't want to be here at all. They were pressured, 'punished,' to come here. And that unwillingness is something that has to be beaten out of them completely because the guardians won't tolerate insubordination. And if it turns out that this camp can't break that unruliness out of them, then it will be the cause of their deaths. The guardians don't show mercy to their enemies, after all, even to their own.

"Don't concern yourself too much about this." Silas shook his head. "This isn't where your responsibilities lie."

"The runic formations you create sure are an eye-opener." Silas' eyes visibly brightened as he talked about it. "I knew you had a talent in runes, but I never thought you could take it this far. The rules contained in them are something that I've never seen personally before, and it's endlessly fascinating."

"Thank you, sir. That's a lot coming from you."

Runes, inscriptions, arrays, formations...these are the domain of the Wise Dragons and the Mystic Faes. Dragons due to their wisdom, faes because of their magic.

Silas basically admitted that even he, the current Mystic Fae Chancellor, had never seen, and most likely doesn't fully understand, Cedric's runic formation. Which would make sense since Chancellor Igor was the only remaining lifeform that witnessed the Ancients and their powers, and Cedric was the only person in this era that has stepped into the path of the Ancients so far.

"Actually, this leads me to the reason why I sought you out," Silas revealed.

And even though he had yet to say it, Cedric could almost predict what he was going to say next.

"Child, this guardian needs your wisdom now more than ever. I'm aware that this path you're on is unique to yourself, but you've already proven yourself skilled enough to bridge the gap despite the obvious differences."

"You know that the Void Prince will be back," Silas said solemnly. "And next time, he won't go easy on us. We managed to hold on because of you previously, but next time, who knows what will happen?"

"That's why we turn to you for help. You have a way. I know that you're doing your best to improve it, but you don't have to do it alone. We want to help you and ourselves too. Let us be part of this, yeah?"

"Don't worry, we aren't taking anything from you. We just want to learn from you. Furthermore, you will be compensated handsomely while increasing our chances of survival."

"Do give it some thought, okay? But don't take too long either. Heaven knows we're on a time limit here."