The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 338

The Commander's place of cultivation was hidden deep within the thirty-plus great mountains of Cobalt Strike, a secluded spot unnoticed by others. Even if there were some disturbances, the Elders would not pay it any mind, as it was normal for some noise during secluded meditation.

But...

"What's wrong?" Celesse was discussing the new Combat Magic with Hamund when she noticed his distraction.

"You stay here," Hamund left the courtyard, gazing towards the mist-enshrouded mountains deep in the distance, where the energy fluctuations were odd, and flocks of spirit birds could be seen fleeing in panic. Was it from the direction where the Commander was meditating? Had something happened?

"What has happened?" Celesse followed him out.

Hamund watched for a while; the strange energy fluctuations soon dissipated.

"It's nothing now. Let's continue. We're almost done."

Hamund didn't give it much thought and returned to the courtyard to continue absorbing the magical treasure gifted to him by the Commander. He drew Combat Magic from it and channeled it into Celesse's consciousness.

Celesse sat cross-legged, her focus unwavering as she received the complex legacy of Combat Magic. They streamed into her mind like a multitude of sprites, a wild swarm of energy. The ancient Combat Magic was chaotic, imbued with a potent force that continually battered against Celesse’s consciousness.

She had persisted for half a day already, her face pale and beads of sweat gathering on her forehead.

After a long while, Hamund smoothly absorbed the magical treasure, transferring the last of the legacy into Celesse's consciousness. Celesse was immersed in deep meditation, wholeheartedly accepting the legacy.

Hamund stayed by Celesse’s side for a while, watching over her condition to prevent any mishaps. However, a sense of unease nagged at him, prompting him to leave and check on the Commander to see if something had indeed gone wrong. Before he left, he cautiously set up a warding spell around Celesse's villa, inside and out, ensuring she wouldn't be disturbed by outsiders.

The battle at the Commander's Sacred Territory had come to an end.

The Commander was impaled by five chains, bound to a stone column within his sanctum, groaning in agony, “You can’t hide this... you will regret it…”