Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 718: Son In Law?

"Likewise, old man. I missed you too," Varnos spun around, flashed a grin at the elder who had draped an arm over his shoulder, and responded.

"I didn’t expect to see you here," Rivon Maxwell, the elder in question, shot back with his own warm smile.

With his beard and hair fully white, he resembled a holy priest perfectly. A refined and honorable figure, clad in a pristine white robe.

Seeing this longtime companion eased Varnos’s features somewhat. Though the man appeared nearly eighty, he actually matched Varnos’s own age.

His aged appearance stemmed from his class, specifically one innate skill of immense potency that traded lifespan for power.

Regardless, he led the Red Storm Guild, ranking among the nation’s top five. Their specialty was wind, but far beyond the basic version wielded by mages like Tiana.

They honed the wind element to unleash storms that could shatter mountains, obliterate cities, and unleash disaster across whole nations.

In summary, their destructive might was staggering. Their strikes covered vast expanses too; even basic ones inflicted devastation over enormous zones.

"I didn’t expect to see you here. I figured that incident would keep you away," Rivon lifted his arm from Varnos’s shoulder and spoke evenly.

"How could I pass up such a prime chance?" Varnos burst into hearty laughter.

"Don’t pull any reckless moves. Those Goblin Guild fools are itching for an excuse to stir up chaos."

"They provoked it first. If they stay put, so will I," the guild head nodded firmly, declaring his intent to avoid conflict.

"Hard to take your word for it, particularly since you struck Alaric," Rivon countered. Full belief in Varnos’s claim seemed absent from his tone.

Varnos quieted down, offering no rebuttal. Despite their deep friendship from academy times, he chose not to reveal the facts.

Trust wasn’t the issue. He simply aimed to spare Rivon entanglement in the turmoil.

"Anyway, who’s this young companion of yours?" The Red Storm Guild head, noting his pal’s reluctance to dwell on it, shifted topics and eyed Daniel.

Daniel had caught his notice upon arrival, yet lacking any strong or threatening aura, Rivon pegged him as a mere attendant or follower.

Could a regular attendant boast such striking looks and an elusive aura? Rivon thought not.

Perhaps Varnos’s son-in-law?

"Allow me to present my guild’s supreme talent, Daniel," Varnos beamed once more, pride evident.

"Daniel, this is my close ally, Rivon," he continued, nodding toward the youth nearby.

"Nice to meet you," Daniel offered his hand.

"Nice to meet you too. But supreme talent? Isn’t that still your eldest daughter’s claim?" Rivon clasped hands with him.

"Not anymore."

"Lana stands as one of this era’s top prodigies. Can’t fathom how exceptional this lad must be to surpass her in your eyes."

"I’m certain the truth would shock you to death," Varnos roared with laughter.

"I doubt that, unless you’ve hauled in The Fallen himself," Rivon fired back with sarcasm.

Shockingly, Varnos hushed and fixed him with an odd stare. Truth be told, he had indeed escorted The Fallen here.

"Why stare like that, as if he truly is that figure? No way, right? He’s Rank S at minimum. This youth’s far too green," Rivon decoded the look in his buddy’s eyes.

Yet accepting Daniel as the notorious The Fallen proved impossible. With no affirmation or denial from his friend, Rivon figured he just wouldn’t address it.

"Anyway, while you lounged in prison comfort, events unfolded. Caught the news?"

"The potential dimensional break in the Apocalypse Dungeon?" Varnos groaned, a headache brewing.

His companion confirmed with a nod. Varnos knew of it but had brushed it aside amid his vengeance drive.

"A dimensional break there could doom another continent."

"Not much we can do, is there? Even the Guardian Council’s powerless against that dungeon," Rivon chimed in.

"What’s this about?" Daniel cut in, intrigued by their cryptic exchange.

The instant he joined, a flicker of dread flashed in his guild leader’s gaze.

Fear in Varnos? A first for Daniel, instantly piquing his interest.

"Heard of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?" Varnos met his eyes and inquired.

"Sure. The pinnacle dungeons known today, yeah?"

"Right. One lurks in our realm. Periodically, we dispatch squads to probe or clear its entry zones. I led one last year."

"Clearing it proves beyond anyone due to insane difficulty, near-impossible. Now rumors swirl of an impending dimensional break, freeing the beast within."

"That spells real peril," Daniel’s brow furrowed. Familiar with the Four Horsemen’s gravity and threat.

Dimensional break? Enough to topple a continent entirely.

"Unconfirmed so far, merely a risk. Might fizzle out. Still, readiness is key. The Guardian Council plans a massive raid team for that dungeon. Expect our involvement," Rivon supplied further intel.

Silence gripped Varnos and Daniel alike. Words failed them. This loomed as a colossal crisis, eclipsing their present strength.

The Horseman’s precise might remained murky, but probes and logs pegged it at Demi-God tier minimum. Local Demi-Gods struggled fiercely against it.

Multiple clashes inside yielded heavy wounds and zero wins. Clearly, the fiend outclassed them vastly.

Post-final rout, they vowed no more challenges until vastly empowered.

Only time would reveal the outcome.

Amid their quiet, the hall doors swung wide. The ceremony hosts—Goblin Guild head and brother—strode in at last.

Varnos spotted them right away. Beholding his beloved’s slayer ignited his blood’s fury. Vengeance teetered on explosion any moment.

Eyes locked. The Goblin Guild leader seemed to hurl a sneer brimming with scorn and derision...?