The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 269

Alavin strode into the cave's maw and vanished within the ruins of the ancient temple. Cedrick and the others trailed closely behind, collapsing the entrance with a swift motion, sealing it temporarily to prevent unwelcome intruders.

Descending the stone staircase for hundreds of meters, they were suddenly greeted by a breathtaking sight.

A beautiful, ethereal garden—a majestic Royal Mausoleum!

Eighteen colossal statues stood tall with pride, each towering a hundred meters high, lifelike and either regal or wild, emanating an overwhelming aura of authority. They stood with feet planted on the ground, hands lifting the mountaintops, supporting the vast expanse of the cavern that stretched for kilometers.

The space within the cavern was filled with countless Elixir Herbs, their vines glowing with enchanting lights, bearing wondrous Elixir Fruits. Ancient trees that had witnessed millennia stood tall, yet showed no signs of wear. Crystal-clear streams meandered across the floor, their mists rising as if from Life's Spring itself—this place was indeed a garden of paradise.

Even with their steadfast resolve, they were awestruck at the sight. No wonder the packs of wolves had thrived here for millennia, and grew in great numbers. And it wasn't just wolves that inhabited this space; numerous Magi-Monsters were frolicking about. Now, however, they all turned, startled, to gaze upon the intruders. There were majestic lions, ferocious tigers, and many Magi-Monsters, but they were all incredibly small, no larger than the palm of a hand.

"These Magi-Monsters don't seem very powerful," Cedrick mused, puzzled. With the resources in this cavern, there should be some truly formidable Magi-Monsters.

"They are small in size. They must be suppressed! Otherwise, once they grow, they would surely dominate this place, destroy it, and not be content with being trapped here." Alavin relaxed his vigilance a bit, wary of terrifying Magi-Monsters lurking within.

"You're quite clever," Eyla winked at Alavin.

Activating his energy shield, Alavin advanced deeper into the cave. Many Magi-Monsters watched them warily, but unlike the wolf packs, they showed no aggression, carefully retreating to clear a path.

At the heart of the cavern stood a grand and massive altar, its base a hundred meters wide, with stairs polished to perfection, untouched by the ravages of time. In the interplay of light and shadow, the altar shimmered like emerald. Surrounding it were thick chains, eighteen in total, each connecting to one of the eighteen giant statues.

Mariela's expression was complex—the altar, the statues of kings! This was the secret that Cobalt Strike had desperately sought for decades, the mystery that countless souls had investigated over the ages. And now, it lay before her.

"Could these statues suddenly come to life?" Cedrick grew anxious. The underwater world outside had revealed the Eighteen Souls, and now here were eighteen statues, seemingly identical.

"What should I do?" Alavin asked the Chained Spirit.

"Ascend the stairs, face the judgment of the kings!"