The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1400

The royal cathedral fell silent in an instant, and every gaze turned to Kage.

Even Koslia, the great Archmage Netheris, had perished at the hands of the Divine Drakebane.

The gravity of the situation was undeniable.

There were few in Netheris who could rival Koslia.

At the very least, none of the branch Syndicatees currently had the confidence to face the Divine Drakebane from Earthend head-on.

The messenger hesitated briefly as he glanced nervously at the High Pontiff. "My lord, Robin has sent a message for you ... "

Kage's face darkened. "What? Speak!"

The messenger trembled when he felt the seething fury in Kage's tone.

"My lord, Robin says that if his beloved wife's soul is not returned within an hour, he will show all of Netheris what will happen if you cross him!"

Kage's eyes flashed with menace, and he slammed his palm down on the table. "In decades, no one has dared speak to me like this!"

"He killed my chief guardians and our most promising youths, stormed into the Ninth Syndicate ... If I do nothing in the face of such brutality, it would be a disgrace beyond measure!

"In one hour, everyone will follow me to Soulforge Mountain!"

"If we do not destroy this man, how can the Dark Syndicate maintain its foothold in Netheris?

Everyone in the cathedral responded in unison, "My lord is wise! If this man is not eliminated, disaster will follow!"

Kage raised both hands and signaled for silence.

"Caym!" He pointed toward the direction of the Third Syndicate.

"Once you have reclaimed the dragon-slaying dagger, cast Shirley's soul into the Wraithlands so she may suffer the agony of utter annihilation!

"Divine Drakebane, you will never save your wife's soul!"

Nox spoke in a low voice, "My lord, the Divine Drakebane is the mightiest of Earthend, and his love for Shirley runs deep.

"My suggestion is to handle this matter with caution. After all, we were the ones who provoked him first.

"If we push him too far, the Dark Syndicate may have no way out."

Ryvor stepped forward. "He's just a powerful man from Earthend; what is there to fear?"

"My beloved son and countless Netheris elites have all fallen to him. If we do not unite our strength to destroy him, the Dark Syndicate's authority in Netheris will be utterly lost!"

"Go look in Duskwell Keep and have a look. The fury of our people has already been ignited. They're already shouting for the Divine Drakebane's death.

"Many have volunteered to go to Soulforge Mountain and fight him to the death for the honor of the Dark Syndicate.

"With public sentiment running so high, what reason do we have to retreat?

Nox frowned slightly. "Valden, your son died at the Divine Drakebane's hand, and I understand your pain.

"But as for those ignorant fools at the bottom of Netheris, you know as well as I do that they're nothing but mindless puppets.

"They barely know how they've survived this long. Their minds are consumed by hatred.

"If we go to war with the Divine Drakebane, these lowly masses are expendable; their deaths mean little.

"But have you considered this? Robin has slain so many of our greatest warriors single-handedly, and even Archmage Koslia fell to him.

"If we join forces and still cannot defeat him, both the Dark Syndicate and the entire Netheris will face annihilation.

"My advice is to honor Caym's agreement by returning Shirley's soul to him unharmed, and explain ourselves sincerely.

"Let this matter end here.

...

The moment Kage gave the order, Duskwell Capital descended into a frenzy.

Citizens flooded the streets, waving banners and chanting vows to protect the Syndicate at all costs, calling for the death of the Divine Drakebane as they gathered outside the cathedral.

Noble houses and prominent families poured in, offering generous donations of funds and resources.

Every Warlords and above from the Syndicate's branches gathered; they were fully armed and ready for war.

The capital buzzed with energy, a surging tide of people stirred by fervor and determination.

Everyone was fired up, shouting to kill the Divine Drakebane, swearing to defend Netheris, the High Pontiff, and the Dark Syndicate.

Many of the starving people fainted from excitement.

Countless citizens fell to their knees before the High Pontiff, pleading for their children to join the Crownward Syndicate's warriors on the march to Soulforge Mountain to fight the Divine Drakebane and serve the High Pontiff's cause.

Nearby, nobles observed the scene with hushed voices and uneasy expressions.

"This is a fight to the death for Netheris," one muttered.

"A rare and savage battle," another said grimly.

"If we lose, the Divine Drakebane of Earthend could crush all of Netheris beneath his heel."

"They say he's unstoppable; he's already slain some of our finest, even Archmage Koslia."

"The High Pontiff is being reckless."

"But what choice did he have? After losing his own son to the Divine Drakebane, how could he possibly let it slide?"

Amid the whispers and tension, Kage led 58 elite martial arts masters, each radiating deadly intent, marching straight toward Soulforge Mountain.