Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 728: War Is Coming

Dark frowns etched deeply across the faces of Varnos and Daniel. The object meant to purge the toxin from their systems lay in ruins, causing Varnos—who knew it well—to furrow his brow even deeper.

An S-rank treasure, among the finest antidotes worldwide, had been what he employed. Previously, it had even subdued toxins surpassing S-rank.

Yet it couldn't neutralize this venom; instead, the treasure shattered!

Could such a thing truly occur?

Except...

"This poison comes from a Demi-God's hand!" Realizing this, shock briefly widened his eyes.

Why craft such a toxin and hand it to the Goblin Guild? Or perhaps they earned it randomly from Tower floors?

From the Celestial Domain maybe? Or bought it outright?

Every option lingered, but he rejected the notion of a Demi-God supporting the Goblin Guild. That would doom any hope of crushing those fiends.

"In this mess, we're powerless. The Goblin Guild might strike anytime," Daniel sighed, the detox clearly botched.

Nothing remained unless he dashed back to the Celestial Domain for draconic aid. Surely, dragons held countermeasures.

Yet he couldn't depart now. Foes loomed ready to pounce, demanding his presence.

He feared the Goblin Guild harbored secret war schemes, deploying aces to annihilate the Everlight Moon Guild swiftly.

To thwart that and counter if needed, remaining was essential.

Despite his weakened state, dire straits offered hidden aces if all else failed.

Such as [Transcendent Self], [Fallen Will], plus the prize from conquering the Pagoda of Eternity.

He prayed it stayed unnecessary. [Transcendent Self] barred abilities for an hour, while [Fallen Will] demanded a year's cooldown.

"Indeed, detoxification eludes us. We must tough out the poison like this," Varnos rose.

His face burned with rage, yet helplessness reigned. Sharing the grim update with guildmates was his sole move.

Emergency status demanded declaration, rallying for total war.

Exiting the cave alongside Daniel, he reached his office. Via phones, he broadcast the crisis, commanding all guild Awakened to assemble in the grand hall in half an hour.

Reserved for guild leader addresses, the hall now heralded war.

Slumping into his seat, exhaustion, fury, and dismay etched his features. Absent this cursed poison, war held no terror.

Now, with him and Daniel crippled, dread gnawed fiercely.

What if Goblin Guild concealed further horrors?

"Think we'll triumph?" He eyed Daniel, sprawled calmly on the sofa despite the peril.

"We will win."

"What gives you that idea? Odds stack against us, and they could hide more tricks."

"Because I’m here," Daniel replied coolly yet assuredly.

Varnos quieted. The origin of such assurance puzzled him, yet it soothed oddly—not hollow, backed by potent certainty.

"Those beasts you call forth... how many can you muster?" he inquired next, memory stirring.

In the Goblin Guild fray, this youth had unleashed scores of creatures battling their elite.

Minimum A-rank, nearing S-rank perhaps. Such forces could sway the clash massively.

"Roughly a thousand, from B-rank to S-rank. Arm them with gear and arms, and their might surges further," Daniel pondered briefly before answering.

New Fallens were scarce lately, but veterans had powered up greatly.

Some now rivaled S-rank Awakened in combat.

Not feeble, the Everlight Moon Guild ranked top five nationally, boasting vast reserves and formidable forces.

Dozens of A-ranks, many S-ranks, hordes of B-ranks. Crucially, Varnos's father, ex-leader,

A National-rank Awakened, teetering on Heavenly King ascension to flip the battle entirely.

Fallens' aid might not just hold the line but claim victory.

"That's great! Far more aid than anticipated," Varnos eased, bolstered.

Victory might truly beckon.

Uncertainty lingered, though. Foreboding shadowed Varnos, curbing wild hope.

The foe reigned as nation's mightiest guild, already wielding a Heavenly King.

Any anti-alliance could spell ruin.

Unlikely, yes, but not impossible—a sliver of risk persisted.

His unease stemmed from Daniel's actions possibly swaying rivals to aid Goblins.

"However, a problem looms. A Demi-God might back the Goblin Guild," Daniel noted, detailing his logic.

Post-explanation, the leader hushed. He'd pondered it too. Reluctant belief grew via the youth's points, probability soaring.

"If true, destruction awaits us," he sighed once more.

Facing a Demi-God exceeded their grasp. Fate sealed upfront, mere hope they erred.

Daniel nodded, poised to elaborate.

Yet Varnos's office door exploded inward, admitting an intruder.

A woman stormed in, fury blazing unmasked—nay, flaunted defiantly.

"An emergency? Don't tell me our fears came true!?"

Who but Lana, of course?