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Chapter 355: The Gathering
Chapter 355: The Gathering– 10 Days Since the Elite Class Was Scattered –
After countless hours wandering alone, following the glowing mark of the witch Selina on their hands—the only clue they had left...
The elite students fumbled their way through obstacle after obstacle, desperately
"Only he can find us... is that what you’re saying?"
"Yes... I’m truly sorry."
"It’s alright. You’ve done your part."
Phoenix placed a hand on Selina’s head, forcing a faint smile.
"The responsibility for everything that’s happened falls on me."
Even if he had no choice, given the situation they were thrown into,
it didn’t change the fact that he was the strongest among them—and their teacher.
"I’ll find the last survivor myself. Everyone else stays here."
"There’s no point, Professor Phoenix. This is an entire continent, remember? How are you going to find him?"
Aegon was the one to speak this time—the only person who could challenge Phoenix openly.
"The last student will be trying to reach us, since he can feel our presence. All I have to do is sweep the surrounding area until I find him. Who knows—maybe I’ll get there in time to save him."
Now that so many students had already died, Phoenix was desperate to save whoever was left—by any means necessary.
"There’s no need to go, Professor Phoenix. The last survivor is already known."
It was Daemon Valerion who stepped forward.
"It’s Frey Starlight. Without a doubt."
Phoenix said nothing.
Because deep down... he believed the same.
"Daemon’s right," Snow added, breaking his silence at last.
"I know what Frey is capable of. If he unleashes everything he has, there aren’t many Ultras who can actually kill him."
Snow’s voice was steady, confident.
"He’ll reach this place sooner or later. So instead of wasting energy searching for him, I suggest we stay here—while the strongest among us heads out to investigate the portals."
Naturally, Snow had nominated himself. He had no intention of staying idle in one place.
Phoenix, however, saw right through him.
"Sorry, but I can’t risk losing another student. Everyone stays here. If anyone’s leaving—it’s me."
Snow’s hand moved to his sword. He could no longer hide his frustration.
He was seriously considering forcing his way through.
He took his first step,
but Lara Croft—who had clung to his arm—stopped him.
"Don’t... Snow."
Having lived with him for so long—ever since her grandfather adopted him—Lara could easily anticipate his actions.
But this time, Snow wasn’t in the mood for her.
With a swift motion, he flung her aside effortlessly.
"I don’t have time to waste here."
Somewhere on this cursed land...
was someone he had searched for, longed to find, and desperately wanted to kill.
Now, at long last, he had a lead.
He couldn’t let this opportunity slip away.
He knew he was strong enough.
And here, deep in enemy territory, Snow didn’t mind unleashing the full wrath of the War King Form without restraint.
Even if it consumed him in an endless thirst for blood...
as long as it meant killing his enemies, he would be satisfied.
With defiant resolve, Snow took his first real step—intending to break away and go off on his own.