The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 274

From a cliff high above, the Ivory Turtle craned its neck curiously. “How did these eighteen immortals relinquish their legacy?”

Alavin fell from midair onto the altar, his consciousness blurred and his body uncontrollable. He tumbled off the stone platform and into a nearby pool with a splash. Dazed, Alavin opened his eyes, only to see through the mist of a bewitching beauty before him. Her delicate skin was like a dewy rose, her radiance dazzling to behold.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Eyla crossed her arms over her chest, concealing her generous curves, which were outlined through her soaked clothing.

Alavin gazed at her, then slipped back into unconsciousness. He had just concluded the legacy, and his mind was not yet fully withdrawn from the distant eons, unable to discern if the beauty before him belonged to bygone millennia or the present.

"What's wrong with you?" Eyla quickly supported Alavin, cradling him in her arms.

Resting his head against the softness of her chest, Alavin drifted between sleep and wakefulness, sometimes opening his eyes without focus, sometimes closing them with lips faintly moving as if whispering. His body was restless, and his head rubbed against Eyla’s bosom.

“If I find out you did this on purpose, you’ll regret it!” Eyla scolded, half-annoyed, half-amused.

Cedrick and Mariela, drawn by the noise, arrived to see Alavin’s face buried in Eyla’s embrace, comfortably ‘wriggling’ his head. Both wore expressions of awkward surprise.

“Is something amiss?” Eyla teased, hugging Alavin’s head closer and winking at Mariela.

“Carry on!” Mariela turned and left without looking back.

“You two are well-matched!” Cedrick nodded. His cold expression and piercing gaze clashed with his words of approval.

“Good eye, we shall be happy indeed,” Eyla giggled coyly.