The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 359

Hamund stood atop the peak of a grand mountain, gazing at the retreating search parties that ebbed away like the tide, finally allowing himself to breathe a sigh of relief. A violent cough wracked his body, and despite his efforts to contain it, blood surged from his chest, spilling forth. It had been more than a decade since he had sustained such grave injuries. His heart had nearly been shattered. He clutched his wound, his face a ghastly pale.

Word had spread to Cloudveil Woods. It seemed Celesse and the others had safely escaped. But what now?

The deep woods were abuzz with the news, and one could only imagine the uproar now seizing the Northlands. Not just the Eight Orders and the Five Lords, but also other powers were surely converging on Stormcast. One didn't need to be present in Stormcast to envision the scene that was unfolding.

Facing the formidable lords of the Northlands, who could break the stalemate? Was there a way to do so? Did Alavin truly have a plan, or had he simply seized the opportunity to flee?

"Watchful Shore... Watchful Shore..."

Hamund murmured softly. Were there secrets still hidden there? Although he had watched Alavin grow up, his focus had always been on nurturing Celesse, paying little mind to Alavin or the dealings within the Organization. If it weren't for Celesse, he might have left Cobalt Strike years ago to wander the world freely.

"Enough," he resolved, "I shall make my way to Stormcast."

No matter how the situation unfolded, Hamund was determined to save Celesse. This was his first apprentice, his only apprentice. He could not allow Celesse to perish in this chaos.

As the Northlands were stirred, more and more powerful beings gathered in Stormcast.

The latest to join the fray were mages from nearby towns and organizations, who infiltrated Stormcast under the cover of the second night following the news. They raced through the chilly streets, heading straight for the city's heart.

But...