The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 264

"Have you noticed a pattern after passing six temples?"

"What pattern, that they're all broken?"

"I've found it," Alavin said with a mysterious smile. All the temples, though dilapidated, had one side facing toward the sea cave's entrance that remained intact, each with faint murals. Piece by piece, they imprinted in Alavin's mind, slowly forming the outline of the entire space. If he wasn't mistaken, these outlines could create a map, a map that might hold clues to the Wings of Eternity.

"Alavin, move aside," Gwenda ran over, rudely shoving him.

Alavin, unflinching, chuckled, "This isn't Cobalt Strike. Your petulance is misplaced here."

"I told you to move. You're standing on my treasure," Gwenda, not one to back down, shoved him again. She just couldn't stand the sight of Alavin.

Looking down, Alavin saw a stone under his foot pressing down on a jade bowl, which seemed to contain some lustrous droplets.

As Gwenda reached for it, Alavin's foot pressed down, and with a crunch, the bowl shattered.

"You bastard! That was mine!" Gwenda yelled.

"My mistake. You're not merely petulant. You're a shrew." Alavin glanced at her, moving on.

"Stop, you'll pay for my treasure!"

"Hehe, little lass, he might not strike women, but don't you push your luck," Eyla said with a mirthful smile.

"Was I speaking to you?" Gwenda retorted fearlessly. They were numerous and strong, with Roald and the others backing them up; who would dare bully her?

"Just because Alavin doesn't hit women doesn't mean I won't," Eyla warned, and then vanished, leaving behind only a fading smile. She reappeared behind Gwenda.

Gwenda's face paled, and as she turned, Eyla seized her throat. A sinister force seeped into her body, usurping control. Terror washed over Gwenda's features; she was unable to move or even make a sound.

"You're quite the pretty one," Eyla remarked, extending her rosy tongue to lightly lick Gwenda's delicate, pale earlobe, and giggling with a bewitching allure.

Gwenda struggled fiercely, but her body was unresponsive, frozen in place at Eyla's mercy.

“Why is this happening? What's wrong with me?” Panic set in for Gwenda, who found herself unable to cry for help. The others were preoccupied with treasure hunting and didn't notice the scene in this corner. Gwenda glared at Eyla, warning her not to mess around, or she would regret it. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"Consider this a little warning not to overstep." Eyla's slender hand gently pressed against Gwenda's chest.

Suddenly, Gwenda's body trembled violently, her heartbeat thundering. Her bones began to shift slowly as excruciating pain engulfed her. She tried to scream, but no sound came out. The pain spread through her body like a swarm of ants, sweat beading across her skin as her eyes bulged with fear and pleading.

Eyla savored her expression. "Hehe, does it feel good? Your joints are slowly dislocating, your bones are separating from your flesh, and your veins are spasming. But don't be scared. You won't die. You'll wish you could..."

Gwenda was in agony, drenched in sweat and terror.

"A woman shouldn't be so cheap; if she is, she needs to be dealt with," Eyla chided, tapping Gwenda's twisted face with a more enchanting smile. "Would you prefer to be disfigured, or..."

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air from outside, halting everyone's busy treasure hunt.

A Protégé outside was organizing magical treasure when a powerful force struck, followed by intense pain in the abdomen. Looking down, there was a fist-sized bloody hole.

“Who? Who ambushed me?”

The Protégé arose in panic, only to be struck by the force again, this time at the heart. He flew backward, crashing to the ground and twitching before going still. His chest bore a gaping hole, gushing blood.

The other Protégés rushed out, finding nothing but the corpse of the Cobalt Strike Protégé and Alavin, Mariela, and Cedrick nearby.

"Alavin, you've got some nerve, attacking a Fellow Protégé like that," Admus accused angrily. He had been on good terms with the fallen man.

The other Protégés gathered around the body to inspect. "He's dead."

Alavin kept a wary eye on his surroundings. Just moments ago, he had glimpsed two streaks of white light, so fast they were nearly invisible.