The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 360

The astonishing sight drew the attention of nearby mercenaries and Magi-Monsters, who were utterly baffled. What was going on?

Was it a man dragging the light, or was the light commanding the man?

Alavin, shrouded in lightning, with his head bowed and face flushed, chains hanging from his back, was unrecognizable, and behind him, the light seemed incredibly heavy, pulsating with terrifying energy.

Who was this? What was he dragging? What lay within that intense light?

All onlookers were marked with question marks, deeply shaken by the spectacle.

Alavin unleashed astonishing brute strength, bolstered by the Restoration Mantra and his Golden Blood, which continuously supplied him with abundant power. He wielded the Gigas Grasp, honed his Core, and wildly dragged eighteen royal statues. He forced himself to accelerate further, pushing his perseverance—honed over eight years—to its limits. Yet, each step forward was accompanied by excruciating pain, as if his very bones were being forcefully disassembled. Veins bulged across his body as he roared hysterically, like a maddened beast.

The sight was awe-inspiring!

Mighty raptors dove from the skies, eager to tear through the blinding light and see what lay within, but before they could get close, a sword's energy burst forth from the depths of the light, cleaving them in midair. They perished without a scream, souls extinguished, falling lifelessly to the ground. Other powerful beings tried to approach the light but from afar, they saw nothing, and those who came too close were obliterated.

Many mercenaries followed, curious to see who this mighty individual was and where he intended to drag this light.

Even the investigative team from the Blessed Citadel was alerted, hurrying to a high mountain to gaze into the distance.

"Elder, what is that within?" asked the Citadel Protégés, who thought themselves worldly, yet had never witnessed such a spectacle.

"Unfathomable," the three Elders shook their heads. Their Sunfire Lion growled nervously, as if wary of the aura inside.

"The Northlands' most mysterious forest lives up to its reputation with so many strange occurrences," the Citadel Protégés admitted, no longer underestimating the Northlands.

"Who is that person up ahead, moving mountains and filling rivers?" Another Protégé was astounded by the “monster” paving the way, whose wild aura was barely less than that of a wild beast, and was capable of dragging the light.