The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 166

The Hidden Essence Commander expressed concern, "It's too early to judge Alavin's true nature. From what we've seen in these two matches, his lust for battle and the ferocity of his Combat Magic suggest a potential danger that could twist his soul. Naming him Shadowlord's Messenger. is a reminder to him and a warning to all the Organizations of the Northlands."

"I agree with the Commander of the Hidden Essence," said the Skyborne Rivers Commander, nodding thoughtfully. "After eight years of servitude, it's natural that Alavin would harbor some resentment. The fact that he could contain it all this time until today's outburst... it's worrisome. What is his true nature, what secrets does he hold, and who really knows him? Doesn’t it seem that even Commander Kashann doesn't recognize Alavin anymore?"

The Clash of Eight Orders was known for its fairness, and reaching the top five was not just about strength but also various other factors. Any Protégé who made it to the top ten could become a renowned name across the Northlands. A Protégé with an overly violent streak was bound to cause concern.

"Alavin's performance in two consecutive matches has been spectacular, bringing us many surprises," another commander admitted. "I acknowledge his potential, but I do not favor his future prospects. Just to be cautious, the title of Shadowlord's Messenger seems fitting."

The seven Organizations voted, with four in favor and three against.

All eyes turned to the Cobalt Strike Commander, as it was his own Protégé at stake, granting him the weight of two votes.

Commander Kashann gazed upon Alavin, who stood at the summit, and after a long moment, he slowly nodded in agreement. "Alavin’s title shall be, Shadowlord's Messenger!"

The Floral Enchantress Commander and the Starlit Echoes Commander exchanged glances and shook their heads in regret.

"Is it decided?" the old lord rarely spoke up, but this time, he couldn't help but ask again. The term Shadowlord carried a heavy implication of violence that could indeed affect Alavin's future.

"It is decided," affirmed Commander Kashann with a nod.

The old lord said no more and returned to the summit, proclaiming loudly, "By decree of the Eight Orders, the title bestowed is... Shadowlord's Messenger!"

"Shadowlord's Messenger? Why such a name?" Many Protégés furrowed their brows, looking towards the commanders.

It was rare for the Clash of Eight Orders to bestow such a violent title upon one of the top five. This was not just a simple bestowal of a title; it was the Eight Orders Commanders' assessment of Alavin, and it set a direction for his future.

"Shadowlord's Messenger, I like that name," Eyla said with a sly smile, licking her luscious lips. RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

The expression on the faces of the five Elders of Cobalt Strike was complex. After many years, Cobalt Strike had finally proven itself in the Tournament, claiming a spot among the top five, but... why would it be Alavin!

They could hardly imagine the impact and chaos Alavin's return would bring to the Organization. Especially now that the Commander had made it clear he intended to pardon all of Alavin's past wrongdoings and nominate him as a Golden Protégé.

Ah... once he returned, Cobalt Strike would be quite the lively place.

"Shadowlord's Messenger... top five... I've done it..." Alavin murmured to himself. His injuries were severe, and he nearly fainted as he swayed.

Mariela, Nikulas, Myke, and Balder all rushed to the summit to support Alavin and Cedrick.

"Someone, escort them back to the manor to rest," the old lord personally arranged for their safe return.

Applause rose once again, honoring Alavin and Cedrick. Their duel was the pinnacle of a Novice Mage's ability, even earning the silent admiration of Advanced Mages.

They had shown more than just Combat Magic; they had displayed temperament and spirit, forecasting great achievements in their future.

"The second match, Jackar of the Stellar Precepts versus Jevan of Bloodlore!" announced the old lord, signaling the start of the next duel.

The Stellar Precepts were the strongest of the Eight Orders. Bloodlore, ranked among the top three of the Orders, was a nefarious Organization. Jackar and Jevan both had strong reputations within their respective Organizations, and they had lived up to expectations by making it this far.

Both appeared relaxed, without the crazed intensity of Alavin and Cedrick, and were ready to freely wield their Energy. Their blood was already boiling with eagerness to present their own thrilling performance.

Nikulas and Myke were tempted to stay and watch the competition, but they loyally accompanied Mariela onto the carriage back to the city. They were concerned about possible ambushes on the road or other foul play.