38 Vargus's New Sect

Leader Valeria, still looking at the girls, who were the remaining members of the heavenly beast sect, stepped forward. She then decided to break the silence with her firm voice.

"With the weight of this decision heavy on my heart," she began, her gaze sweeping over the faces of her comrades, "I relinquish my position not as a sign of defeat, but as a beacon of hope for a new dawn. The Heavenly Beast Sect, as we have known it, will be no more. This choice, as stark as it may seem, is made with the future in mind."

Valeria then continued, her voice rising above the whispers, "I entrust everything we have built, everything we stand for, to Vargus." She paused, letting the significance of her words sink in. "He is to be our new sect master. Under his guidance, our legacy may take on a new form, a new name, as he sees fit."

The crowd's murmur grew louder, a cacophony of surprise and speculation. Valeria's announcement was not just a passing of the torch; it was an invitation to reimagine their future, a future where Vargus's unique talents and vision would lead them into uncharted territories.

Meanwhile, Vargus's expression was a blend of awe and solemnity. "So, that was the reason for your earlier decision," he murmured, his voice carrying a weight that mirrored the gravity of the moment.

Taking a deliberate step forward, Vargus's towering figure commanded the attention of all present. His eyes, burning with a newfound resolve, swept over the crowd before resting on the assembly of female warriors who had stood steadfastly by Valeria.

With a deep breath, Vargus raised his voice, allowing it to boom across the courtyard, each word ringing out with the force of his conviction. "I have been chosen as your new sect master," he announced.

He also paused to let the weight of his words sink in before continuing, his tone imbued with a mix of honor and excitement. "But my vision extends beyond merely assuming a title. I am granted the extraordinary opportunity to forge a new path for us, to establish a sect reborn from the ashes of the old."

His declaration hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once. Then, raising his voice to ensure it reached the hearts of every individual present, he proclaimed, "Now, I stand before you, asking—do you accept me as your new master? Will you join me in the creation of a new sect, one that will carve its own legacy under the heavens?"

In the hushed anticipation that followed Vargus's monumental proposal, a palpable tension lingered in the air. The women, who had not only been honed into formidable tamers under Vargus's training but had also found sanctuary under his unwavering protection, exchanged glances. A silent consensus flowed among them, a shared understanding forged in the crucible of their collective experiences.

Then, as if on cue, a surge of unity burst forth from their ranks. Their voices, harmonized by a deep-seated respect and gratitude for Vargus, rose in a resolute chorus that shattered the momentary silence.

"We accept!" they declared, their words resonating with a strength and conviction that echoed through the assembly. This was not merely an acceptance of Vargus as their new sect master; it was an embrace of a future they would forge together, under the banner of their newly envisioned sect. 

A warm, contented smile soon spread across Vargus's face, reflecting the depth of his bond with them. Beside him, Valeria's features softened into a gentle smile, her eyes twinkling with pride and a hint of relief at the seamless transition of trust.

"It seems that the women have placed their trust in you deeply," Valeria observed, her voice carrying a note of admiration and respect. Her gaze shifted between Vargus and the assembled crowd, acknowledging the profound connection that had been cultivated.

Valeria continued, her tone imbued with encouragement, "Leading the new sect should come naturally to you then."

Vargus's smile broadened, a glimmer of gratitude and determination in his eyes. "Yes, it seems so," he agreed, his response echoing the confidence instilled by the unwavering support of his followers. 

Valeria turned to Vargus, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, what grand name have you chosen for our new sect?" she inquired, her tone teasing, as if challenging him to surprise them.

Vargus's smile took on a mischievous edge, his eyes twinkling with the promise of a revelation. "The name," he began, pausing for dramatic effect, "will not only be our banner but also a testament to my leadership."

Valeria, Rosaline, and the assembly leaned in, the air thick with anticipation. Whispers of potential grandiose names fluttered through the crowd like leaves in a gentle breeze, each suggestion more elaborate than the last.

With a flair for the theatrical, Vargus raised his voice, his grin broadening. "Henceforth, we shall embark on our journey under the flag of the... Cutie Sect!"

As Vargus's declaration hung in the air, a ripple of shock swept through the assembly of women. You could see them tilting their heads, fingers surreptitiously nudging their ears, as if suspecting a sudden onset of auditory hallucinations.

Valeria, with a speed that betrayed her inner turmoil, whirled towards Vargus. "Would you mind terribly repeating that?" she asked, her voice laced with a blend of incredulity and a faint hope that she had indeed misheard.

Vargus, with the hint of a smirk dancing on his lips, obliged. "Of course, let me clarify without a shadow of a doubt. Our esteemed sect shall henceforth be known as... the Cutie Sect."

The silence that followed was palpable, a collective breath held in disbelief. And then, as if a dam had burst, Valeria, Rosaline, and the entire cadre of women erupted in unison, their voices mingling in a chorus of astounded, "WHAT!!!"

Their reaction was a comical tableau of disbelief; some faces were painted with wide-eyed astonishment, others with jaws slack in bewilderment. A few even pinched themselves, half-convinced they'd stumbled into some fantastical dream—or perhaps a gentle nightmare.

Vargus, undeterred by the cacophony of shock, stood with the confidence of a man who had just played his masterstroke, his smile unwavering as he watched his future sect members grapple with the reality of their uniquely named destiny. The scene was one of chaos wrapped in humor, a memorable moment that would surely be recounted with laughter in the annals of the Cutie Sect's history.