The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 120

On the edge of the field, thousands of robed figures with chains clanged on drums and hammers, dragging a colossal stone coffin from beneath the earth.

Boom! The coffin trembled as if a legendary demon was about to return to the world.

This was a world of slaughter, rivers stained with blood and cries reaching for miles. Slaughter, madness, disaster, and all manner of terrifying scenes collided overwhelmingly.

All of this filled Alavin's consciousness as if it were truly happening around him, threatening to engulf him.

Indescribable pain was consuming his very soul.

Suddenly, deep within the battlefield, a streak of dark light appeared, unassuming, yet stirring an endless tide of darkness. The world, suddenly fell into darkness, and everything shattered in an instant...

Alavin awoke with a start, kneeling on the ground. His hair was disheveled, he was breathing heavily, and his body was soaked with sweat, his gaze trembling slightly.

The nightmare felt so real, yet so illusory. It seemed like an eternity had passed, and yet it was but a fleeting moment in his mind.

"This is the Shadowlord's realm of slaughter!

"You wish to master the art of the Shadowbringer, you must first endure the murderous intent and madness within the Shadowlord's domain.

"Every attempt will torment you to the brink of death.

"Do you... dare to continue?"

The voice of the Chained Spirit rang out, slightly rousing the bewildered Alavin.

At that moment, Celesse and Carlys entered the dungeon to visit Alavin, when suddenly she heard a pitiful and desperate wail from the depths below. Both ladies' complexions changed slightly. Was it Alavin?

"We haven't done anything!" the Protégé guardians quickly protested, gesturing with their hands. They had done nothing more than limit Alavin's food and had not intentionally tormented him.

"If harm befalls Alavin, I shall hold you accountable!" Carlys scolded with a fiery tone, following Celesse as they hastened to the dungeon's depths.

The Protégés intended to stop them, as it was clearly stated that no visitors were allowed during solitary confinement, but... who would dare to obstruct Celesse?

Alavin was kept on the fifth sublevel, alone in a spacious cell. The place was dim and damp, reeking of foulness. Two torches hung by the door, casting wavering shadows.

As they descended, they found Alavin kneeling there, his appearance disheveled and ghastly, struggling to maintain control over his consciousness and the intense pain wracking his body.

"What's happened to you?" Both Celesse and Carlys were taken aback by his state.