The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 100

Mariela looked at Alavin incredulously, mixed with a tinge of suspicion.

“Give it to me now! It’s coming.” Alavin’s forehead beaded with sweat as he whispered urgently, “Or shall I give you all of them? Do you want to lead it away? At least one of us should survive.”

Mariela hesitated.

“The Violet Thistle's lost. Forget it! I'll take it and lead away the Violet Lion, tossing it mid-chase. I'll find a way to escape. If you think you're faster than me, then you can lead it away.”

Mariela, gritting her teeth, tossed the violet Elixir Fruit to Alavin. “Take care.”

“Wait!”

“What now?”

“Don’t look back. Just keep running as far as you can,” Alavin reminded her sternly.

Mariela cast a intense, lingering look at Alavin, then turned and fled.

As the Violet Lion was about to pursue, Alavin shouted loudly, drawing it in the opposite direction. The Violet Lion, intent on reclaiming the Violet Thistle, abandoned its chase of Mariela and followed Alavin.

Alavin ran with all his might, pushing his speed to the limit, but he had underestimated the Violet Lion's swiftness.

“Roar!”

In the blink of an eye, the Violet Lion had caught up with Alavin, unleashing a deafening roar, emanating a sinister aura as its fur stood on end. A vast purple mist enveloped Alavin, and an

overwhelming force surged through his body, chilling him to the bone.

Mariela had not gotten far when she instinctively turned at the sound, just in time to witness the Violet Lion shatter tree roots and spring forth, ferociously pouncing forward. The mighty purple mist surged valiantly, violently shaking the ancient trees around it, creating a scene of awe and terror.

Damn!

A sense of dread clutched at Mariela's heart, as she envisioned Alavin torn to shreds by the Violet Lion.

“Foolish boy, how could you possibly outrun the Violet Lion?”

With a cold glint in her eyes and a determined bite of her lip, Mariela drew her sword and charged back into the fray.

Deep within the purple mist, the Violet Lion lunged at Alavin. Its vicious fangs magnified in his sight.

At the last moment, when all hope seemed lost, and flight was the only option, Alavin stood his ground. He fixed his gaze on the Violet Lion, his body generated a powerful aura, and in the instant before the beast could pounce, he explosively darted forward, miraculously slipping out from beneath the lion.

Boom! The Violet Lion’s lunge met nothing but air as it collided with a massive tree, shaking it so fiercely it almost uprooted.

Panting heavily, Alavin stood, drenched in cold sweat, having narrowly avoided death. He could hardly believe it himself.

The Violet Lion shook its head vigorously, locking its amethyst eyes back onto Alavin, filled with murderous intent.

Alavin stepped back and then turned to flee. The Violet Lion roared defiantly, giving chase at full speed. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

After a dozen strides, Alavin gathered all his might into his legs and leaped, shattering the stones beneath his feet with the raw force of his launch, propelling himself about five meters into the canopy of a large tree. But before he could find his footing, the boiling purple mist of the Violet Lion engulfed him, hurling him through the air.

Now was his chance! Prepared for this, Alavin used the momentum to somersault forward. His eyes fixed on the cliff a mere dozen meters away.

But then...

Just as he landed, ready to sprint to safety, a fierce shout echoed from behind. Mariela emerged, slashing diagonally with a fierce sword's energy that streaked like a meteor toward the Violet Lion's eyes, intent on a decisive strike.

The Violet Lion was taken aback, not expecting an attack from the side, but it was unfazed. It believed this mere human to be no threat, and with a surge of its powerful purple aura, it effortlessly dissipated the cold blade's energy, sending Mariela flying mercilessly.

Why had she returned? Alavin halted halfway, turning to look back.

Thud! Mariela hit the ground only to be struck again by the purple mist, blood spraying tragically in mid-air. She suppressed the pain and fled at full speed.

However, the Violet Lion abandoned its pursuit of Alavin to focus on her. With a thunderous roar, it leaped into the air, its thick, powerful claws swinging fiercely toward Mariela, and the purple mist struck with renewed force, overwhelming her.

She spat blood as she was thrown back. Despite being much stronger than Alavin, in this perilous moment, she lacked Alavin's reckless courage and was plunged into crisis.

As Mariela hit the ground, her blood boiled with agitation, and she could not escape the sight of the massive, sharp claws descending from above.

In the nick of time, Alavin clenched his teeth and sprinted forward, leaping into the air to grab Mariela and crash into the side, away from the deadly swipe.

The claws missed their mark, but not before tearing three deep gashes across Alavin's back, the wounds so severe that bone was nearly visible.