"Yes, Lord Booster, we follow your lead." The Wizards in the hall echoed.
From the distant Nolan Continent all the way here, despite the protection of the World Origin, the Nolan had undergone several life-and-death crises, both external and internal.
During this long journey, all the Wizards on the ship had already united as one.
Booster was silent and nodded.
This trust was both power and responsibility.
A heavy responsibility.
Even as a powerful Fourth Rank Wizard, there were times when he felt a bit overwhelmed and sought recognition.
Feeling the gazes from all directions, Booster paused for a moment and spoke:
"Although I hail from the Nolan School, and although I am a Great Councilman... now that we are on the Nolan, we shall not speak of origins, nor shall we speak of factions.
We have only one identity—the last survivors of the Nolan Continent!"
He looked at the Wizards and said slowly:
"I will lead you to survive.
The gathering is adjourned."
