The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 27

In the dim and damp depths of the forest, Alavin moved with caution, always choosing the most hidden paths for his travels. His knowledge of the nearby woods and mountains paled in comparison to that of Ogmundr, a Botanic Haven Protégé. They were no longer as careless as they had been at the outset, likely devising new ways to ensnare him at every turn. A moment's inattention could mean falling prey to a hidden snare.

However, the forest teemed with peril, and despite Alavin's utmost care, Magi-Monsters ambushed him several times. On one occasion, as he was dodging a Cloud Leopard that lurked ahead, a shadowy griffin swooped down from the sky, shattering the chaotic branches in its path, and lunging at him with black, glossy talons that nearly clasped his throat.

After two days and nights of searching, he found no trace of Nysah and her group, though he did encounter several small bands of herb gatherers. To avoid trouble, Alavin steered clear of them.

The gathering of herbs would last only a fortnight; time was short, and he needed to find a solution swiftly. If Nysah rallied other herb collectors to hunt him down, his chances of survival would dwindle further.

Come the noon of the third day, fortune smiled upon Alavin as he unearthed wild ginseng as thick as a turnip. Held to the sunlight, its clear veins were visible within. It was an Elixir Herb—precious even among the Ordinary, though not quite Advanced.

"Ssshhh..." A strange rustling came from the damp forest ahead. Alavin pocketed the ginseng and peered forward, his breath catching at the sight.

A horde of Vermilion Spiders!

Each monstrous spider was as large as a calf, their bodies sheathed in a glossy black carapace that caught the dim light. Their eyes, a blood-red hue, stood out starkly in the shadowy underbrush. Their eight legs were like rigid spears, thick and powerful.

A single Vermilion Spider was not fearsome, but a host of them—fifty strong—searching for food in the woods, was a terrifying sight indeed. This seemed to be their domain.

Alavin held his breath and retreated silently. Fortunately, the Vermilion Spiders paid him no heed, lazily strolling through their territory.

"Where could Nysah be hiding? Could she have sought out other herb gatherers?" Alavin pondered as he moved through the forest, stopping now and then to sense his surroundings keenly.

Suddenly, a faint scent of blood wafted towards him from somewhere up ahead.

"How is it him?"

Alavin climbed into the treetops and narrowed his eyes at the scene below. Beneath an ancient tree sat a man, bloodied, his head tilted back in horror, his vacant eyes staring into the void.

It was the robust male Protégé from Ogmundr's gathering group.

"What has befallen him?" Sensing no immediate dangers present, Alavin descended cautiously.