The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 102

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The night sky was filled with stars, the moonlight like water, cool and soft, casting a hazy beauty over the land.

Alavin sat outside the cave, absorbing the Restoration Aether from the heavens and earth, chanting the Restoration Mantra to heal his back wound and rejuvenate his weary spirit.

Inside the cave, it was quiet, save for the occasional crackling of the firewood.

Mariela slowly opened her eyes just before dawn, the fire now reduced to a few embers. She was disoriented for a moment; her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure showed in her eyes as she felt the damp clothes clinging uncomfortably to her body. Gripping the ice sword beside her, she sat up, and the garment Alavin had covered her with slid off to reveal the contours of her body beneath the wet clothes.

"Alavin..." Mariela remembered everything from the previous evening. Looking around the cave, she could guess what had happened after she lost consciousness. Clenching the garment at her neckline with her left hand, her gaze turned colder, yet there was a touch of bewilderment in her eyes.

Outside the cave, Alavin heard the noise from within and quietly got up, walking deeper into the forest.

Mariela woke up, and it was time for him to depart. As for what the future held, it was beyond his ability to predict.

As Mariela emerged from the cave, Alavin had already made great distance, seeking refuge in the nearby mountains to find a safe haven.

The Voilet Thistle carried a rich, intoxicating scent, and he needed to make haste to absorb its essence, for such a treasure could not be held for long.

Five Super Elixir Fruits! A whole five of them!

No wonder so many Protégés braved the trials of adventure, for despite the peril, the rewards could match years of training at the Cobalt Strike Guild. It was a dangerous rite of passage, a game for the brave at heart.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Alavin found a suitable and safe spot, camouflaged himself, and began his training.

He plucked a Voilet Thistle and placed it in his mouth; a gentle bite released the sweet nectar, flooding his senses with an indescribable coolness that surged through his brain and cascaded throughout his body. Every pore dilated with the sensation, compelling him to shudder involuntarily.