The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 384

"Is the city about to fall?" More and more onlookers converged on Stormcast, eager to breach its walls at the first sign of weakness.

As dusk approached, the sky grew dark.

Then the patriarch of the Iron family slashed through Lord Skyveil's body, Lord Falconcrest's crushing blow pierced the Iron patriarch, Banneth's heavy fist hammered Lord Skyveil's head, and Lord Skyveil, one of the Five Lords of the Northlands... was slain in battle!

Though many had anticipated that some among the eight Commanders and Five Lords might fall here, the sight of Lord Skyveil's broken body tumbling into the ruins silenced the wilderness, leaving only a haunting quiet. Was he dead? Had Lord Skyveil truly... perished?

It was expected that Lord Skyveil's death would serve as a cold splash of water onto the frenzied battlefield, urging the Archmages to a moment of calm. However, the reality was starkly different. Jarad became even more frenetic, Banneth wilder, and the patriarch of the Iron family, disheveled as if possessed by a demon, brandished his blade as if to cut down everyone in sight.

The battle escalated to its climax.

Two Elders of the Blessed Citadel sought vengeance on the Stellar Precepts Commander, but to no avail—they were no match. Instead, they set their sights on the Stellar Precepts Commander's loyalist—the Hidden Essence Commander!

Caught off guard by an attack from the Blessed Citadel, the Hidden Essence Commander was swiftly cut down, and his blood spilled across the battlefield.

The continuous combat finally shattered the protective barrier of the Floral Enchantress Commander, forcing her to spit blood and retreat forcefully from Stormcast.

Her withdrawal peeled back the protective shield over the ancient city, unleashing a torrent of energy like a storm unleashed, leveling the eastern district in an instant. A fearsome tempest swept toward the inner city, and over two hundred thousand citizens screamed in terror, awaiting their doom in despair.

"Why hasn't Alavin come yet?" Mariela fretted as the horrific energy ravaged the land, testing everyone's endurance. Many shook uncontrollably, their faces pale as death.

"Don't wait here. Leave the old city," Balder ordered decisively.

Lucan furrowed his brow. "Where can we go? Tens of thousands await outside, not merely as spectators—they're eager for us to fall right into their hands. Besides, the Grand Elder and Lord Viperbane are both watching us like predators."

"To stay here is to await death."

Oda sobbed in Helna's embrace. "If we leave, what will happen to the people of the city?"