The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 350

This was madness.

Finally, Alavin reached Watchful Shore.

Though the turmoil of Atlantis had ended, it still attracted many forces and mercenaries. The sea and nearby forests were scattered with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of powerful beings—some investigating the cause of Atlantis' appearance, others in search of lost magical treasures.

"Godfred, wait here for me!"

Splash!

Alavin dove into the tide, leaving Godfred to guard the shore.

"Hey, mate, did you fall from the sky?" A burly man looked on in surprise at Godfred's sudden arrival.

"Get lost!" Godfred, anxious and in a foul mood, snapped.

"Can you fly? I'll pay you. Take me for a spin over the deep sea." The burly man seemed quite interested in him.

"I said get lost!" Godfred's soul force surged, forming an impressive crocodile over ten meters long, seething with killing intent. The crocodile thrashed its head violently and struck the ground with its massive claws, unleashing a deafening roar that made the man's soul tremble.

The man gasped in shock and scrambled into the forest.

Many powerful Magi-Monsters in the nearby woods were startled away, not daring to approach. Such might surely belonged to a Master Mage.

Alavin sank beneath the waves, searching for the entrance he'd found that day, questioning the Chained Spirit within him, "What do you think our chances of success are?"

"Your fate is in your own hands, for all of this is but a figment of your imagination—never recorded in the annals of history," the Chained Spirit said with a tone of reproach. This was a wild gamble, even crazier than when he voyaged across the Ancient Seas. Yet, he had to admit that this young one had a streak of madness in him, daring to dream and do anything. Perhaps this was influenced by his youthful experiences.