Talent Awakening: Draconic Overlord Of The Apocalypse

Hiroshi’s words settled over the room like a heavy weight.

The implications were clear—if someone got infected, they needed to be isolated.

But what did that really mean? A cure was uncertain, and Alister had already stated that full transformation meant death was the only outcome.

Kaida’s expression darkened as she clenched her fists. “You’re talking about locking them away. Like animals.”

Ren adjusted his glasses, his sharp gaze flickering toward her. “Would you rather they be put down the moment they show symptoms?”

Kaida’s lips pressed into a thin line.

Yuuto exhaled. “This isn’t a debate of morality. We need a system in place. If we don’t act fast, we risk this infection spreading through the entire city.”

Razorgrin, who had been silent, leaned back in his chair, his jagged smile unwavering. “So, who decides? If someone is infected, who pulls the trigger?”

A tense silence followed.

Then Alister spoke.

“I will.”

His words were calm, yet shary. Not a shred of hesitation.

Ren’s gaze flickered toward him again, scrutinizing. “Taking responsibility for such decisions won’t be easy.”

“It doesn’t have to be easy,” Alister replied coldly. “It just has to be done.”

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Yuuto nodded.

“Fine. Then it’s decided. Anyone suspected of infection is quarantined for observation. If they begin mutating, we don’t take risks.” His gaze swept across the gathered leaders. “You all understand what that means.”

A grim nod passed through the room.

Kaida exhaled sharply, but she said nothing.

Yuuto continued. “We’ll need secure locations for quarantine. Reinforced, in case anyone tries to escape. We’ll have the Union provide oversight, but our own people will handle containment. I’ll arrange it.”

Hiroshi leaned forward, his usual smirk replaced with a rare seriousness. “What about the infected dungeons? If the infected are returning to them, shouldn’t we be focusing on eliminating the source?”

Yuuto nodded. “We will. But we need more intel. Every dungeon that appears so far would disappear by the time the guilds arrive. And those unfortunate enough to get themselves caught In one have never returned.”

Alister narrowed his eyes. “Then we place scouts at the sites of previous sightings for faster response.”

The room turned toward him.

Ren tapped his fingers against the table. “A dangerous gamble.”

“A necessary one,” Alister countered. “We need to learn what’s inside before we send in full strike forces. Otherwise, we’re walking blind into an infection zone.”

Yuuto considered it, then nodded. “Fine. We’ll organize scouting teams. Volunteers only. I expect each of you to find people willing to take on the risk.”

A murmur of agreement passed through the group.

Kaida, however, still looked troubled. Her gaze flickered toward the holographic display, where Lila’s unconscious form remained frozen on the screen.

Yuuto sighed, rubbing his temples before straightening. His sharp gaze swept over the gathered leaders. “Alright. We need to cover as much ground as possible. I’ll assign each of you to a sector for monitoring, containment, and response.”

He pulled up a holographic map of the city, marking key locations.

“Ren, you’ll take the eastern district. It’s densely populated, and we need someone meticulous handling containment efforts there. Your team will oversee the quarantine zones.”

Ren adjusted his glasses, nodding. “Understood.”

“Kaida,” Yuuto continued, his tone softer but firm. “You and your healers will be stationed at the central sector, near the medical hubs. We need fast response times for suspected cases.”

Kaida tensed but nodded. “Fine.”

“Razorgrin, you’re in charge of the underground network and black market zones. If infected individuals try to slip through unnoticed, we need someone who knows how to track them.”

Razorgrin chuckled, his jagged smile widening. “Ah, finally, a job suited to my talents.”

“Hiroshi,” Yuuto said next, turning to him. “You’ll oversee scouting operations at the previous dungeon sites. We need immediate reports the moment anything suspicious happens.”

Hiroshi smirked. “I’ll get it done.”

Yuuto’s gaze landed on Alister. “You and your team will take the frontline. Any newly emerging dungeons, you’ll be the first response.”

Alister didn’t flinch. “I expected as much.”

Yuuto exhaled. “Good. Then it’s settled. Move out. Make no mistakes.”

The weight of his words settled over them like an unspoken warning. The meeting was over.

…

…

As Alister strode down the hallway, the echo of his boots against the polished floor filled the silence. His team followed closely behind—Anzo, Beatrice, Miyu, Axel, and Blitz—each lost in their own thoughts after the heavy discussion.

Anzo walked with his hands tucked into his pockets, his brows furrowed as he stared at the floor, deep in thought. Eventually, he exhaled sharply and looked up.

“So, how exactly are we supposed to know where and when to respond?” His gaze shary as they met Alister’s back. “These dungeons aren’t exactly waiting for us with open doors.”

Blitz, walking beside him, rolled her shoulders as if shaking off tension. “Yeah, if they’re vanishing before the guilds even get there, what’s stopping the same thing from happening to us?” She said, crossing her arms tightly over her chest, her gaze flickering between Anzo and Alister.

Alister didn’t break his stride, his golden eyes fixed forward. “We have communication devices,” he said coolly. “The moment a dungeon appears, we’ll be notified.”

Anzo clicked his tongue, tilting his head slightly. “And if that’s not fast enough?” His pace quickened slightly, matching Alister’s.

Alister finally glanced back, his gaze sharp as a blade. “Then instinct.” He turned away again, his hands loosely at his sides. “And a little dragon magic.”

Anzo raised an eyebrow, but before he could respond, Miyu spoke up from behind them.

“It’s simple,” she said, her arms casually folded. “Just find and destroy.”

Axel, who had been striding with his hands behind his heads let out a low chuckle. “Straight to the point. I like it.” He tossed a live grenade into the air and caught it effortlessly, spinning it between his fingers like a toy before tucking it back into his belt.

Blitz, who had been fidgeting with the edge of her glove, grinned. “Yeah, but let’s just hope we’re not the ones getting destroyed first.” She said as she twirled a dagger between her fingers.

Beatrice, who had remained silent, let out a small sigh, her fingers tightening around the strap of her medical kit. “We should be careful. There’s still too much we don’t know about these infections.” Her steps were measured, calculated, as if already anticipating worst-case scenarios.

Alister didn’t respond immediately, but his gaze flickered toward her for the briefest moment. She wasn’t wrong. Recklessness could get his team his team members killed, but hesitation in the face of the unknown could do the same. They had to strike a balance.

As they finally stepped out of the guild building, the cool evening air greeted them. The city stretched before them, its neon lights flickering against the darkness. The hum of distant traffic and the occasional murmur of guild members passing by filled the streets. They moved toward the designated lot where their guild vehicle awaited.

Beatrice, who had been silent for most of the walk, suddenly spoke up, her voice laced with quiet determination. “Before we head out… I want to see her.”

Alister’s steps slowed slightly. He glanced at her, then at the others, before giving a small nod. “In fact, it would be better if we all did.”

There was no argument. They adjusted their course, making their way toward one of the lesser-known sections of the guild—its medical wing.

As they arrived, Anzo glanced around, his brow furrowed in confusion. “I didn’t even know we had a medical wing.”

Beatrice gave a small chuckle, shaking her head. “Of course you didn’t. Healers like me and Lila can close wounds right after bloody raids. Most injuries don’t need prolonged care. People only ever stay here to rest.”

The entrance to the medical wing was quiet, far less occupied than the bustling main halls of the guild. The scent of sterilized air hung lightly, and the soft hum of magical diagnostic devices echoed through the space.

As they stepped forward, Alister suddenly stopped at the threshold. His sharp gaze moved away.

Miyu, always observant, noticed immediately. She turned back, crossing her arms as she gazed him. “You’re not coming?”

Alister exhaled. “Go on ahead. I have to quickly deal with something. I’ll meet up with you later.”

Miyu held his gaze for a moment longer, searching for any indication of what he meant. Whatever it was, he wasn’t going to explain it here.

Reluctantly, she sighed. “Fine. Just don’t take too long.”

The others moved inside, but Alister remained still.

Once they were out of sight, he slowly turned to the side, his golden eyes narrowing. His voice cut through the air, low and commanding.

“Draven, come forth.”

A golden portal rippled open beside him, its edges crackling with raw energy. From within, a blur of motion shot outward—Draven, the Dragon Knight, landing before immediately dropping to one knee. His obsidian armor gleamed under the dim lights, the purple accents reflecting the flickering neon glow of the city beyond. His head bowed in respect.

“My lord, you called.”

Alister’s gaze remained firm, his hands loosely at his sides. “An enemy of ours has appeared.”

“I want you to gather a few of the other Valor-Void knights. Since you’re all known for your speed, I want them stationed across the city. Any strange activity—no matter how small—is to be reported immediately.”

Draven lifted his head slightly, his sharp eyes gleaming beneath his helm. “Understood, my lord. We will see to it that no movement goes unnoticed.”

Alister gave a small nod, his golden eyes flickering with a quiet intensity. “Good. I trust you won’t fail me.”

Draven’s lips curled into a knowing smirk benith his helmet. “Failure isn’t in my nature.”

Without another word, he vanished in a flash of purple light, the portal closing behind him with a soft hum.

Alister exhaled, his gaze lingering on the now-empty space where Draven had stood. His expression darkened slightly.

As he then continued toward the building.

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