Chapter 951: Thunderflame Faction Chapter 951: Thunderflame Faction From MC’s Perspective: After receiving advice from both of them, we continued deeper into the area.
The surroundings reminded me of a campus, but it was clear this was a private area, reserved for more exclusive purposes.
The air here felt heavier with importance, a subtle reminder that we were entering a place where only select few were allowed.
We finally arrived at the Main Building.
Its architecture was striking an arch-shaped structure that towered over the nearby buildings.
The height alone commanded respect, and the intricacy of the design hinted at the building’s significance.
“Zack, follow us inside,” Clinton instructed, his tone firm but casual.
I gave a nod of acknowledgment and trailed behind them as we crossed the threshold into the building.
As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes began to scan the area, taking in every detail.
The room was reminiscent of the one where we had previously met the Dean, though this one was smaller.
Unlike before, the room wasn’t empty.
People were already present, seated in a semi-circle ahead of us.
My gaze moved upward, and I saw five individuals seated on ornate chairs that resembled thrones, their presence immediately commanding attention.
The room seemed to radiate their authority, making it clear they were the ones in charge.
There were five of them two men and three women.
My eyes first landed on the men.
One of them was an elderly man with a bald head and a long, flowing white beard.
His age was evident in the deep lines etched across his face, yet his eyes sparkled with sharp intelligence.
He wore simple white robes, but what stood out was the white flame crest emblazoned on his chest, a symbol that likely represented his element or affiliation.
Beside him sat a man who appeared to be in his forties, though his presence was much more imposing.
His long black hair, streaked with a few strands of silver, framed his face, and he was clad in a black uniform that resembled armor.
The edges of the armor were trimmed with golden patterns, adding an air of regality.
What caught my eye was the golden bolt crest on his chest an unmistakable symbol of power.
Lightning immediately came to mind, and I wondered if he was somehow connected to that element.
Shifting my gaze, I turned my attention to the three women seated alongside them.
The first was a woman in her mid-forties, her features mature and sharp.
She had long black hair and piercing dark eyes, with a skin tone that leaned toward a warm tan.
Her black uniform matched the fiery black flame crest on her chest, giving her an aura of control and intensity.
The second woman appeared much younger, likely in her late twenties.
Her sky-blue hair shimmered under the room’s light, matching her equally striking blue eyes.
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Her skin was fair, and she wore a uniform that matched the hue of her hair.
A crest on her chest a symbol of ice and fire intertwined immediately drew my attention.
It was clear she held an affinity for both elements, a rare combination.
Finally, my eyes settled on the last woman, who appeared to be in her fifties.
Her green hair was pulled back, and her pale skin had a soft, ethereal quality to it.
Dressed in flowing green robes, she carried an air of quiet wisdom.
The green tree crest on her chest symbolized life, growth, or nature a powerful contrast to the others seated beside her.
As I stood there, taking in the weight of their presence, I couldn’t help but wonder what role each of them played and how they would judge the purpose of our visit.
The silence stretched on for a moment longer, heavy with expectation.
As I continued observing, I quickly became aware that their gazes had shifted to me as well.
Each of their eyes bore into me, assessing, analyzing though none of them had the same overwhelming force that I had felt from the Dean’s gaze earlier.
Still, there was a weight behind their stares, a sense that they were peeling back layers, trying to discern who I was beneath the surface.
Clinton and Sally stood silently at my side.
Before we arrived, Clinton had already sent a message to the Elders, notifying them of our approach.
Yet, from the way he stiffened slightly, I could tell he hadn’t expected them all to be gathered here, awaiting us.
The fact that they were now focused on me kept him silent.
He didn’t want to interrupt the moment, and it seemed Sally had made the same decision, standing quietly beside him.
A few tense seconds passed, the silence stretching before it was finally broken by a burst of laughter.
“Ha…Ha…Ha…” The sound was rich and full of joy, coming from the old man dressed in white.
“I didn’t expect the little boy to be a warrior of triple elements!” His laughter continued, filling the room with a lightness that cut through the previous tension.
The middle-aged man seated next to him, the one in black armor with the golden bolt crest, responded with a firm, almost possessive tone.
“He has purple lightning,” he said, his voice steady.
“I’m the only one here who can guide him.” His words were matter-of-fact, as if this was already settled in his mind.
The room remained silent for only a moment longer before the older woman, the one with green hair and the tree crest, let out a sharp sound of disapproval.
“Hmph!” She folded her arms across her chest, her voice carrying an air of authority.
“I’m here as well.
The kid has a healing element, and I’m the only one here with experience in healing.” Her comment sparked a ripple of amusement among the others, and a soft chuckle passed through the room.
Despite the brief bickering, there was an undeniable sense of harmony between them.
The banter wasn’t born from rivalry but from deep camaraderie.
It was clear that, despite their differing opinions, they respected each other, and their unity as Elders was strong.
The atmosphere lightened considerably as the laughter faded, leaving behind a sense of calm.
This subtle display of their personalities, along with their good-natured teasing, revealed more than just their abilities.
It showed the strength of their bond, a bond that had clearly been forged over many years.
Despite the easygoing exchange, I couldn’t ignore the significance of their words.
Each of them had laid a claim, in some way, over my future path.
This was no small matter.
The fact that I had caught their attention meant that my powers the triple elements, the purple lightning, the healing had placed me squarely in their sights.
What came next would be critical.
“Wait!” the old man in white suddenly called out, raising his hand slightly to halt the conversation.
His eyes gleamed with wisdom as he glanced at the others, then back to me.
“Before we make any decisions, let us explain our faction to this young man.
And Clinton and Sally deserve recognition for bringing such a special seed to our Thunderflame faction,” he added, his tone turning solemn as he acknowledged their efforts.
Clinton gave a respectful nod, while Sally remained quiet, her gaze fixed on the Elders.
It was clear that they both took great pride in being able to bring me here.
The old man’s focus returned to me, his eyes warm but serious.
“Little guy,” he began, “you’ve likely heard of the various halls in our university the Outer Hall, the Inner Hall, the other Halls.
But what you may not know is that beyond these halls, different factions exist within the university, each with its own focus and expertise.
These factions aren’t bound by rank or status.
It doesn’t matter whether a student belongs to the Outer Hall or the Higher Hall.” He paused for a moment, as if to let that sink in, before continuing.
“In our faction, the Thunderflame, we welcome those with affinities for lightning, fire, or healing elements.
These elements are our foundation, and we strive to nurture the talents of those who carry them.
You, young one, possess two of these elements lightning and healing.
This makes you uniquely qualified to join our ranks.” His voice grew more intent, and I could feel the weight of his words.
The room seemed to settle as the importance of the old man’s explanation dawned on me.
This wasn’t just an invitation; it was an opportunity that could shape my future within the university.
The Thunderflame faction clearly held significant power, and the fact that I had been singled out because of my dual affinities was no small thing.
The middle-aged man in the black armor with the golden bolt crest, who had spoken earlier, nodded in agreement.
His intense gaze hadn’t left me for a moment.
“The purple lightning you possess isn’t just any form of lightning,” he said.
“It’s a rare and powerful variation.
If you join our faction, I can personally guide you in mastering it.
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