The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 273

Atop the stone altar, the mystical Kings' Acceptance swirled with unending energy, flowing ceaselessly into Alavin's body. The transformation was intricate.

As the energy melded with his flesh, as the legacy intertwined with his soul, Alavin's consciousness shifted from darkness to light. It was as if he traversed an endless abyss, returning to the ancient eons of yore, to the crimson age when the race of Man rose to challenge the mighty monsters in a struggle for dominion. His spirit seemed to merge with that of the First King, reliving the monarch's storied life of triumph and adversity—battling through thorns, commanding the world, vanquishing horrid beasts, and taming the great dragons, standing defiant before the Kingdoms. In his journey, there was sorrow, there was passion, there was madness, there was tenderness. There were plots and betrayals, the pain of desertion, but also the warmth of loyalty and companionship in times of peril.

In an instant—or perhaps a century—Alavin became the avatar of the First King, experiencing his sorrows, laughing in the face of betrayals with unbridled passion, and shedding tears for the valor of loyal hearts.

Was this a dream? Or a life relived? It was real, yet fantastical.

From the First King to the Eighteenth, each sovereign's distinct life, experiences, personality, and glory fused with Alavin. He walked through their lives, felt their triumphs and tribulations, and could no longer distinguish himself from them.

This was a legacy of power, a transference of belief and Energy, and a baptism of humanity and life. Alavin's physique was transforming, his spirit and soul ascending.

The transformation of his body would usher him into a new realm of Energy, the length of his future life. The ascension of spirit and soul would grant Alavin a new perspective and wisdom, the breadth of life.

The kings' legacy was not just about the mystery of eternity.

After a long, long time, Alavin's heart and blood turned a stunning golden hue!

A heart of gold, blood of gold, it pulsated with endless vitality, holding the secrets of immortality.