The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 203

Lucan was a mighty warrior of Master Mage Stage VIII, a rank so formidable that even in the ranks of Cobalt Strike, he would be considered an Elder. His arrival at the battlefield turned the tide in an instant. The troop with a hundred guards, leveraging their numerical advantage, peeled away dozens of bandits for a concerted assault.

Panic took hold of the bandits as they had not anticipated facing such a powerful foe. They yelled for retreat, struggling desperately. But by the time they thought to flee, it was too late. The black-cloaked figures, cold-blooded killers that they were, maintained their steely gazes, unchanging from start to finish. As the bandits descended into disarray, the slaughter began without mercy.

Deep in the mining district, Vandill gazed westward, sensing that something was amiss. The confrontation should have ended swiftly – a simple case of cutting down the defenseless members of the Mallister family. But instead, the sounds of battle grew fiercer.

"Elder Vandill, something's not right," a Cobalt Strike Protégé warned Vandill. Thick smoke billowed in the west, flames licked the sky as if burning through the heavens themselves, and the distant clamor of battle cries and thunderous booms could be heard. If one looked closely, signs of Combat Magic clashing were evident.

They were all Mages; they knew well the spectacle that Combat Magic collisions could create. By their reckoning, Lucan should have just arrived, yet the chaotic skirmish seemed to have been raging for quite some time.

"Should we go and have a look?" The guards of the Mallister family were worried.

"Without my command, no one moves," Vandill reminded them sternly. Apart from a few powerhouses like Lucan and Godfred, the rest of the Mallister family's guard troop was of average strength, but they had the advantage of numbers, over a thousand strong.

"Aren't you worried about any mishaps?" the deputy commander, Godfred, asked, frowning towards the horizon.

"This mining district is about to be spent. A mishap or two doesn't matter," Vandill replied. His only concern was the treasure trove of magical ore.

"Don't be so absolute. I suggest we send someone to take a look."