The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 241

Stormcast.

Lucan handed the Immortal Edge to Alavin. “After the ancient sword was awakened, it burst forth from the stronghold, unleashing a mighty sword's energy high above, casting eighteen vast apparitions across the city.”

“The apparitions were like statues, emitting a tremendous sound, desolate and grand, shrouded in mystery.” Godfred had never witnessed such a spectacle. The moment the ancient sword was roused, every citizen within the city felt a shock, an odd compulsion to kneel in veneration.

Grima was curious and asked, “Lord Alavin, what secrets does this ancient sword hold?”

“It is called the Immortal Edge.” Alavin gripped the hilt tightly, raising it towards the heavens. The blade was ancient and heavy, and even with Alavin's strength, it felt burdensome.

Lucan felt his Lord Alavin becoming more enigmatic by the day. How did he come to understand this blade, and how did he possess its ‘Engage’ and ‘Withdraw’ chants?

Godfred inquired, “What do we do next?”

“From this day forth, you guard Stormcast. Let the Golden Scorch investigate as they please, but we must never confess to taking the ancient sword.”

“What if the Golden Scorch launches a direct attack? They must be in dread right now; even a cornered dog will leap over a wall.”

“They won’t, not until the whereabouts of the ancient sword are confirmed. They won't bite rashly.”

“Lord Alavin, are you certain that the events at Golden Scorch will alarm Cobalt Strike?”

“Send some men to spread rumors, make the affair big enough that Cobalt Strike can't help but notice.”

Alavin believed that once Cobalt Strike started their investigation, they would surely connect it to the Immortal Edge. Then, Cobalt Strike's wrath would befall the Golden Scorch, bringing ruin to the Rocke family!

The grudge of yesteryear would be avenged through the hands of Cobalt Strike. Although it was regrettable not to act personally, to protect the secret of the Immortal Edge, this was the only way.

“Guard the old town well, I must leave for a while.” Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Godfred asked, “Where are you headed?”

“This is just the beginning. Godfred, accompany me on an errand.”

“Right! I'll find some clever lads.”

“No need, just you will suffice. Remember, let no one know I have left.”

“Where to?”

“Watchful Shore.”

Godfred and the others exchanged glances, increasingly puzzled by their Lord Alavin.

“Cloudveil Woods will be in chaos for the next few months. You needn't concern yourselves with anything else; just defend the city gates and keep these people safe.”

Lucan hesitated, “At least tell us what to expect, to set our minds at ease.”

“It's not that I don't trust you. The time just isn't right.” Alavin wrapped the Immortal Edge in beast hide and began to pack his belongings. Acquiring the Immortal Edge and destroying the Rocke family were but the first steps of his plan. When Cobalt Strike focused their full attention on finding the blade, Alavin intended to create chaos, diverting their gaze and, in the process, seizing the legacy of the kings. By the time Cobalt Strike understood what happened, the legacy would be his, and tracing it back to him would be near impossible. When he grasped the legacy and bolstered his strength, he would then declare war on Cobalt Strike and avenge the blood feud!

Lucan didn't know how to persuade Alavin. He could guess that Alavin sought revenge and aimed to protect Stormcast. The sentiment was understandable, but facing a behemoth like Cobalt Strike head-on was perilously risky.

“We must ensure his safety,” Lucan sternly reminded Godfred outside. Was Alavin mad or merely bold? He couldn't fathom it. How could this young man dare to stand against the overlord of the Northlands with such fervor? The thought alone sent shivers down his spine. Once proud of Alavin's bravery, he now wondered, was this truly courage or just reckless abandon?