The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 187

At nightfall, the Grand Hall of Azure Peak was bustling with activity as many Elders, some of whom rarely made public appearances, had gathered. They were there to observe Alavin, the ‘servant’ whose brilliance had erupted so unexpectedly.

Alavin’s parents were once honorary Elders of Cobalt Strike and lords of the Stormcast Keep, well-regarded by most Elders. However, after the events of eight years ago, they were branded as criminals by the Cobalt Strike, and with the Grand Elder’s resolute stance, no one wished to entangle themselves further in the matter. All they could offer Alavin were their regrets.

Those indifferent to the situation simply ignored it, while those with a shred of compassion reminded their Elite Protégés not to bully Alavin.

Gradually, Alavin was all but forgotten until recently, when he defeated Galos in the Arena, drawing a modicum of attention. But it was just that—attention. No one believed he could ascend much further. As a humble servant, no harm would come to him. However, showing potential was another matter entirely.

To everyone’s astonishment, Alavin made a powerful comeback in a short period. He gained renown at The Clash of Eight Orders and wowed the crowd, earning the favor of various Organization Commanders.

Arriving early at the Grand Hall of Azure Peak, Alavin sat quietly in a corner with his eyes downcast, disregarding the gazes of the Elders.

He remained calm, and the Elders were silent. In the majestic hall, not a single voice was heard.

One by one, the Elders entered, casting glances at Alavin before finding their seats. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on him. Each Elder’s expression looked complex.

Although the ranking of the top five of the Eight Orders was a measure of the younger generation, it signified potential. One day, Alavin’s growth might surpass many of the Elders present, maybe in ten years, twenty, or even less.

They had to take notice and reassess Alavin, but did Cobalt Strike truly want to nurture Alavin?

After suffering for eight years within Cobalt Strike, did he harbor hatred? And if so, how deep did it run? Could he become another ‘Neasilis,’ harboring a grudge against Cobalt Strike and harming their Elders and Protégés?

Was he a hope or a threat?

“Alavin,” an Elder seated in a wicker chair began, eyeing him coldly. “I hear your Combat Magic is quite unique. Who taught you?”

“I picked it up here and there.”