The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 254

"So, you mean the Chained Spirit found an accomplice?"

"It seems so."

"Who could it be?" The two Elders pondered, then suddenly exclaimed in unison, "The Mallister family?"

The Grand Elder was silent; he had long suspected Alavin's involvement with the missing Chained Spirit from Botanic Haven. Why had Alavin's power surged so abruptly, and why had Mariela grown close to Alavin? If the Chained Spirit had indeed vanished, why weren't the Commander and the Elders of Botanic Haven more desperate in their search? Yet, considering Alavin's hatred for Cobalt Strike and the Chained Spirit's grudge, he didn't believe the Commander would accept any connection between Alavin and the Chained Spirit.

The two Elders thought again and then shook their heads. "It's unlikely to be Alavin. Their foundation is unstable, and they're barely managing their own defense, let alone provoking the Rocke family."

Two days later, the results of Lawren's investigation returned... with no leads! The bounties offered yielded no substantial feedback.

The Grand Elder made good on his word, executing a group every two days, carrying out the sentences before all the people of the stronghold.

However, on this day, news from Watchful Shore finally burst through the Cloudveil Woods and spread to the many ancient cities adjacent to the forest.

"A mysterious ancient kingdom has appeared at Watchful Shore, lying silent at the ocean's depths."

"It is a kingdom that was sealed for eons. The secret that Cobalt Strike has been investigating for decades."

"Someone has shattered the seal, opening the gates to the eternal kingdom."

The sea realms were abuzz. A massive convergence of sea beasts headed toward the ancient kingdom was underway.

...

One message after another struck like thunderbolts across the skies, rousing countless mercenaries and stirring the powers that be.

"An eternal kingdom, what mysterious treasures might it hold?"

The people were set astir, rushing headlong into Cloudveil Woods, surging toward the distant Watchful Shores.

"Has the Immortal Edge unlocked the ancient kingdom." The Grand Elder received the news in a mix of shock and anger. Who was it!? Who had taken the Immortal Edge and reached the Watchful Shore first? It seemed certain now that the Chained Spirit must have found an ally.

"Grand Elder, shall we depart at once?" Two Elders had already rallied the Protégés with urgency in their tone. The news was causing an uproar; it wouldn't be long before the entirety of the Northlands was in a frenzy. Delay would mean missing the opportunity. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

"I shall go ahead. You deal with the Rocke family and follow." The Grand Elder soared into the sky, speeding through the air toward Cloudveil Woods.

The two Elders revealed a fierce demeanor and commanded with a wave of their hands, "Slay them all! Leave none alive!"

The Rocke family was massacred, and not a single soul was spared. The roaring flames consumed their estate, alarming the citizens of Golden Scorch.

Lanard did not resist and was impaled within the courtyard of his estate. At that moment, he had anticipated this, accepting death with calmness, never once begging for mercy. His hatred coalesced into a curse within his heart.

"The Immortal Edge and the dust-covered ancient kingdom. Is this the secret the Lord Alavin was seeking?" Lucan and others were equally astounded by the commotion. Could the Alavin withstand this turmoil? The uproar seemed poised to rock the entire Northlands.

"Lucan, I'll hold the fort. You go support the Alavin," Grima worried.

"Lucan, go aid Alavin," Helna also expressed concern, aware that soon the whole Northlands would be in commotion, and whoever procured the treasure would become the prey.

Lucan gazed into the distance. "The Lord Alavin has repeatedly reminded us that no matter what occurs, we must hold the ancient city. He will handle the rest."

"For small matters, he can make his own decisions, but how can he be reckless with something so grave?" Zakar gripped his staff tightly, anxiously pounding the ground.