The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 307

Five days hence.

In the woods surrounding the Cobalt Strike Order, numerous Protégés were scattered about, most of them middle-aged. They were honing their skills while bearing the responsibility of patrolling the area. They kept a vigilant eye out for any mercenaries, Magi-Monsters, or other threats lurking in the forest.

As Alavin and his companions drew near to Cobalt Strike, three dark figures emerged from the woods, blocking their path. Many more silhouettes flitted through the depths of the forest, swiftly appearing nearby and lurking in the dense canopy. Godfred and Grima were immediately on guard, confronting the figures.

Alavin called out, "Cobalt Strike, Golden Protégé, Alavin, requesting to return to the Order."

Carlys also spoke up, "Cobalt Strike, Elite Protégé, Carlys, requesting to return to the Order."

The other two female Protégés stated their names as well.

Alavin had returned? The middle-aged Protégés relaxed their guard. "Who are these three?"

"These two are guards from the Mallister family, and this is Eyla of Bloodlore, a guest visiting Cobalt Strike."

Eyla? They were slightly stunned by the name, being well aware of the events that had transpired during The Clash of Eight Orders. They certainly knew who Eyla was. They took a longer look but did not hinder their passage, gesturing for them to proceed.

However, one of the middle-aged Protégés stepped forward. "Lady Eyla may enter, but the guards must stay outside."

Alavin walked straight toward him. "Not only am I a Golden Protégé, but I am also the Lord of Stormcast. I have the right to bring my guards."

Before the man could speak, Grima's spear was pointed at his throat with the speed of lightning. The tip quivered ever so slightly, its keen edge threatening his Adam's apple.

The middle-aged Protégé felt a chill run through him, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly stepped back.

Grima's gaze was sharp, her expression stern. Her golden spear held the Protégé at bay for over ten meters, and it wasn't until she opened a clear path that she withdrew her weapon. Grima was no mere Mage. She had once been a war-hardened Guardian General of Stormcast, with a fierce and warlike spirit in her bones.

The middle-aged Protégés all retreated back into the forest, no longer obstructing their way.