The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 273

Atop the stone altar, the mystical Kings' Acceptance swirled with unending energy, flowing ceaselessly into Alavin's body. The transformation was intricate.

As the energy melded with his flesh, as the legacy intertwined with his soul, Alavin's consciousness shifted from darkness to light. It was as if he traversed an endless abyss, returning to the ancient eons of yore, to the crimson age when the race of Man rose to challenge the mighty monsters in a struggle for dominion. His spirit seemed to merge with that of the First King, reliving the monarch's storied life of triumph and adversity—battling through thorns, commanding the world, vanquishing horrid beasts, and taming the great dragons, standing defiant before the Kingdoms. In his journey, there was sorrow, there was passion, there was madness, there was tenderness. There were plots and betrayals, the pain of desertion, but also the warmth of loyalty and companionship in times of peril.

In an instant—or perhaps a century—Alavin became the avatar of the First King, experiencing his sorrows, laughing in the face of betrayals with unbridled passion, and shedding tears for the valor of loyal hearts.

Was this a dream? Or a life relived? It was real, yet fantastical. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

From the First King to the Eighteenth, each sovereign's distinct life, experiences, personality, and glory fused with Alavin. He walked through their lives, felt their triumphs and tribulations, and could no longer distinguish himself from them.

This was a legacy of power, a transference of belief and Energy, and a baptism of humanity and life. Alavin's physique was transforming, his spirit and soul ascending.

The transformation of his body would usher him into a new realm of Energy, the length of his future life. The ascension of spirit and soul would grant Alavin a new perspective and wisdom, the breadth of life.

The kings' legacy was not just about the mystery of eternity.

After a long, long time, Alavin's heart and blood turned a stunning golden hue!

A heart of gold, blood of gold, it pulsated with endless vitality, holding the secrets of immortality.

Yet the legacy was not over, as Alavin's soul continued to retrace the royal history. After his heart and blood completed their metamorphosis, the power of inheritance began to reshape Alavin's very bones. It was his back that mattered most. From his spine to his ribs, all underwent subtle changes as if to sprout new appendages—Wings of Eternity!

The Chained Spirit, feeling the changes in Alavin's body, fell silent. Once, in pursuit of the Kings' Acceptance and the ancient secrets, it had left the Celestial Domain of the East, crossing ancient seas. What was meant to be a simple venture, which went unrecorded among its kin, resulted in twenty years of confinement, nearly ending its soul in this savage land. And now, the very power that had nearly destroyed it flowed into another's body.

The Chained Spirit felt a sudden urge to seize control of Alavin's body, to replace his soul. As the impulse emerged, it was met with a long-lost sensation of searing heat. Its eyes snapped open, the urge growing stronger.

“Mine! This was meant to be mine! It was this power that ruined my life. I must return to the Celestial Domain of the East! I must rebuild my flesh and live once more!”

The Chained Spirit was restless. Alavin, immersed in transformation and legacy, was oblivious to the crisis brewing within the Energy Core Energy Realm.

But after much struggle, the Chained Spirit did not act. Its existence depended on the Shadowbringer, and it feared the weapon deeply. It was a tool of dread, wielded by a slayer feared by countless souls.

With a soft sigh, the Chained Spirit closed its eyes.

When Alavin completed the lives of the eighteen kings, when his backbones began to form the semblance of wings, the eighteen colossal statues released a brilliant light and unshackled their chains.

"Golden Blood! Wings of Eternity! The legacy is complete!"

The chains clattered heavily to the ground, and the stone steps retreated back onto the altar.