The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 385

"Hamund! You've got the nerve to show your face again?!" The Grand Elder, despite grievous wounds, felt a surge of speed under the stimulus of the Kings' Acceptance, managing to block Hamund just as he tried to break free from the ancient city. He could not let the Kings' Acceptance escape, not at any cost! After more than twenty years of waiting, he wouldn't allow anyone to snatch it from his grasp. With a fierce cry, the Grand Elder, wielding a dark iron cudgel, struck at Hamund. Both were badly injured, but who would back down first? "Leave Alavin behind!"

"Alavin isn't even in Stormcast. It's time to end this charade." Hamund, alongside the three maidens, could not confront them head-on and hastily unleashed layers of sword's energy to withstand the Grand Elder's fierce onslaught while making a swift evasion.

Lord Viperbane was poised to strike from the shadows, but upon seeing that Hamund brought only the three maidens without a trace of Alavin, he decisively retreated, returning to his stronghold to loom over the others from the skies. "Where is Alavin? How long does he intend to hide? Does he really want to see the Eight Orders and Five Lords perish here? Sneaky bastard, show yourself!"

"Alavin is not in Stormcast! Lord Viperbane, you've miscalculated." Balder stepped forward, knowing it was time to reveal the truth, if only to buy more time.

"Then you shall all perish." Lord Viperbane, consumed by sudden fury, unleashed a punch toward Balder and the others. If Alavin didn't appear, Lord Viperbane would kill until he did.

"Scatter!" Lucan and the others shouted as they rushed forward, forming a human shield and pushing Balder and Helna out of harm's way.

The mighty punch descended like a ferocious tiger, growing ever larger and stirring a fierce gale, shaking the entire courtyard to its foundations.

"Run! Scatter!" Lucan and the rest formed a human wall, shouting to Helna and the others.

In the nick of time, a shadowy figure suddenly appeared ghostly in mid-air. A pale, slender right hand met the oncoming energy fist. In an instant, a crisp cracking sound echoed, and the figure, as if struck by lightning, was forced back into the crowd, toppling Lucan and the others.