The screen flickered to life as Marcus and Elena, the charismatic hosts of gacity I's Wasteland Display event, appeared before a massive digital backdrop displaying footage of the recently concluded Wasteland Display event.
Both wore sleek, professional Union suits, but their expressions were filled with the
excitent that followed such a monuntal event.
"Good afternoon, everyone! I'm Marcus, and with is the ever-insightful Elena," Marcus began, his voice steady as the cara zood in for a close-up.
"That's right, Marcus!" Elena chid in with enthusiasm.
"And what a show it's been! After days of intense competition and high-stakes battles, the Wasteland Display event has officially co to a close!" Marcus exclaid.
The backdrop transitioned to a wide shot of the event's final monts, showing aircrafts from each guild returning from the dangerous wastelands.
Marcus nodded. "The winners? None other than the White Cots, securing the top spot with their strategic brilliance and Alister's powerful performances. A truly dominant force throughout the event."
Elena leaned in, smiling. "No surprises there! The White Cots showed incredible coordination, not to ntion so impressive leadership from Ren on the field, with their MVP none other than Alister and his trio of mythic summons. But let's not forget about the Reapers coming in second. They were fierce competitors this year, although..."
Her voice trailed off, leaving Marcus to pick up where she left off. "Yes, although word just ca in that the Reapers have gone MIA after the final battle. No official word yet on what happened, but it's definitely strange. So speculate they were caught up in the site of a sand worm ergence. e."
Elena's smile faltered slightly as she added, "Unfortunately so. Given the random nature of sand worms, predicting an ergence is still not possible. The White Cots got caught up in it as well, but luckily for them, their Dragon Summoner saved the day. Kudos to Alister for having his team's back."
"Moving on-The Berserkers took third place, much to everyone's surprise given their raw combat prowess and streak for winning years in a row. They could have easily suppressed the Reapers, but apparently the appearance of Spade broke more than just their bones."
"And even if they did, surpassing the White Cots would have been a significant hurdle, considering they had the support of three mythical monsters," Marcus added.
He nodded as the screen transitioned to show the rankings. "And let's not forget the Red Phoenix Guild in fourth place. They put up a strong showing, though they were just edged out of the top three. Finally, the Blue Seals finished last, but their efforts can't be denied."
Elena gave a soft chuckle. "The Blue Seals had a rough ti out there, but they held their own. It's all about learning and growing in events like this."
Marcus turned to the cara. "With the Wasteland Display event officially closed and the winners decided, all eyes are now focused on welcoming ho our champions-especially the White Cots' Alister Hazenworth."
"That's right, Marcus," Elena agreed. "We'll be keeping you updated as new developnts unfold. But for now, congratulations to the White Cots and all the guilds who competed!"
The screen faded as the broadcast transitioned back to highlight reels from the event, leaving viewers buzzing with excitent.
As the aircraft of the White Cot Guild descended toward the landing platform, everyone inside stood, bracing for the final touchdown. The atmosphere was heavy with an odd silence. Ren and the others had regained consciousness, but there was no chatter, no celebratory words-just silence.
Alister stood among them, his mind still replaying the recent battles. He barely registered the sounds of the engines slowing as they neared the runway. Just then, Yuuto glanced over at him.
"Alister, are you ready?" Yuuto asked, his voice mischievous, with a touch of curiosity.
Alister blinked, slightly confused. "Ready for what?" he asked, his brows furrowing.
Yuuto smiled faintly, his eyes sparkling with amusent. "Oh? You don't know?" He stepped closer, the small smile on his lips widening. "Well, I suppose it's my responsibility as Guildmaster to enlighten you, then."
Alister tilted his head, trying to understand what the guildmaster was getting at. Before he could say anything, Yuuto continued, his voice now lower and teasing. "You're famous now, Alister. How do you plan to handle that?"
"Famous?" Alister echoed, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. It seed almost absurd to him, as if it didn't belong in the sa sentence as his na.
Yuuto chuckled, clearly enjoying Alister's confusion. "You'll see."
The aircraft's landing gear touched down with a soft thud, and the engines began to quiet as the craft settled on the runway. The hatch slowly opened with a hiss, revealing the outside world.
To Alister's shock, a huge crowd had gathered just beyond the landing pad. They stretched out as far as the eye could see, people craning their necks, holding up signs, and shouting excitedly. The noise hit him like a wave, loud and overwhelming.
Yuuto, ever composed, stepped forward first, making his way through the throng with ease. But the mont the mbers of the guild's clearing team stepped off the ramp, the crowd
erupted.
"They've arrived!"
"It's the White Cots, baby!"
"Ren! Team leader Ren! Over here!" a woman scread, practically jumping up and down in excitent.
"Ren! Are you single? Are you looking for a girlfriend?"
Flashes from caras lit up the scene as the guild mbers descended the ramp. Reporters surged forward, microphones at the ready, calling out to anyone from the guild they could
spot.
"White Cots! How does it feel to take first place in the wasteland event?"
"Team leader Ren! What was the hardest challenge in the wasteland?"
"Hiroshi! Kaida! You two were amazing out there!" soone called from the side, waving a sign with their nas written in bold letters.
"Kaida, how does it feel knowing your guild surpassed the Berserkers this year?" another reporter called, barely managing to get close enough to the team.
But the real shift in the atmosphere happened when Alister stepped out. The mont he appeared, the crowd seed to collectively pause, as if stunned by his presence. Then, the frenzy escalated.
"Alister! It's him!" soone scread, pointing as the crowd's attention zeroed in on him.
"Dragon Lord!" a voice from the back called out, and soon, the chant spread like wildfire.
"Dragon Lord! Dragon Lord!"
The crowd began chanting his title, their voices growing louder with every passing second.
"Alister, over here! What's it like to command dragons?"
"Dragon Lord, what's your next big move?"
"Dragon Lord, can you summon one of your dragons right now?"
"Is it true that all your dragons can take on humanoid form?"
"If so, isn't Cinder female? How far does her loyalty go? Will she do absolutely anything you
ask her to?"
Alister took a step forward, completely taken by surprise by the wave of voices calling his na. The sheer energy from the crowd was overwhelming, and he could hardly process what was happening. It was all too surreal.
Yuuto, standing nearby, smirked and locked eyes with Alister from the distance. Although his voice couldn't be heard over the noise, Alister could tell what he was saying just by watching his lips move. "See? I told you. You're famous now."
'Famous...' Alister thought, the word feeling so alien to him as he looked around, hearing his na being shouted by hundreds of people. It almost didn't feel real.
Yuuto chuckled at Alister's expression, then suddenly, Lady Aiko clapped her hands to ease
the crowd as she spoke up. "That will be enough now, please! Our team mbers are all very exhausted, as you all may know, so I suggest you save these questions for after they recover and are ready to discuss at a later date."
Slowly, the crowd began to clear up. "Thank you," she said, proceeding to lead the remaining guild mbers closely behind Yuuto.
But as they moved, the focus remained fixed on Alister. The chants of "Dragon Lord!" filled the air, louder and more fervent by the second. Alister was now the center of their world, the hero of the White Cot Guild and, in their eyes, the legendary Dragon Lord.
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