The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 182

It was only then that Commander Kashann could relax a bit and slow down the pace.

Their journey was cautious and somber. The five Elders and the seasoned Protégés kept watch all the way, while Alavin and the other Protégés remained silent, seldom speaking.

Roald, Semar, Adirich, and the others had lost their prior arrogance. As they neared Cobalt Strike, they were uncertain how to face the Protégés who admired them and the Elders who awaited their return.

"Watch out ahead, on the left," a seasoned Protégé suddenly cautioned.

A mile away, atop a low hill in front of them to the left, stood a gaunt figure. The distance was considerable, but with their keen eyesight, they could make out a person in tattered rags, with long, unkempt hair blowing gently in the mountain breeze, looking as though they might topple over with the slightest nudge.

"I've seen him thrice now! Once when we first entered the forest, again last night, and now this instance. He seems to be tracking us," the middle-aged Protégé warned in a grave tone.

Elder Connas commanded, "Keep an eye on him. If he dares come closer, seize him!"

They had now entered the Organization's territory, where no one dared to act rashly. As long as the man didn't stir trouble, there was no need to confront him.

Alavin glanced in that direction, not particularly concerned. However, not long after, something struck him, and he furrowed his brows, gazing intently toward the distant hill.

Atop the hill, the ragged youth slowly lifted his head. His reddish eyes rippled with waves, and his gaze pierced through his disheveled hair to settle on Alavin, who was several miles away. His face was pale and bloodless, and the emaciated features bore no trace of human emotion, cold and rigid.

Alavin distinctly felt that the figure was watching him.

"I've also noticed him a couple of times. What does he want?" Nikulas muttered, taking a longer look.

"There are many strange folks in Cloudveil Woods. Best to ignore them," Myke spoke nonchalantly.

Suddenly, Alavin remembered something. This was a familiar face. Could it be the youth he had saved in the forest all those months ago? The events of that day had faded over the past half-year, nearly forgotten.

Alavin waved toward the figure in the distance.

"What are you doing? Do you know him?" Balder was also looking that way.

"I don't know him, just curious."