The Legendary Mage (Alavin) novel Chapter 388

Even those with calm and composed hearts, like his, were shaken.

"Statues of the Ancient Kings?" Jarad and the other Archmages were completely awakened, yet plunged into deep shock. Those who had faced the spirits of the kings in the undersea realm, thought they had destroyed them. It turned out that the kings had only retreated temporarily, and these statues were the true guardians.

How poerful were these ancient ‘Kings’ reached thousands of years ago? To endure through millennia, their mere spirits were capable of combating Archmages!

Their fusion with the statues was akin to a different form of rebirth!

The very existence of Atlantis had been unbelievable to many, and the 'resurrection' of these royal effigies was a challenge to their very understanding.

Lord Falconcrest, Lord Warbringer, and Lord Mountguard all decisively retreated. The Stellar Precepts Commander and the Skyborne Rivers Commander also pulled back thousands of meters.

The two Elders from the Blessed Citadel cautiously retreated atop their Sunfire Lions, their expressions growing solemn. Their thoughts raced, realizing the gravity of the situation—this was a trap!

Why had the Mallister family spread the news? Was it to gather all the lords of the Northlands to Stormcast, then... to capture them all in one fell swoop? A concentrated show of force!

Whose idea was this? Bold and ruthless!

"My Lords, honored Commanders, are you seeking me? I am Alavin!"

Alavin stood atop the shoulder of a statue, his long hair dancing wildly in the fierce wind. His gaze swept over the three factions of Archmages.

Silence filled the heavens, and complex emotions crossed the faces of all, with not a word spoken.

Jarad had never anticipated Alavin would make an appearance with such a display of power. He assessed with his keen eye the might of the Kings' statue.

"Who seeks the Kings' Acceptance? Who dares to covet my Kings' Acceptance!"

Alavin's tone was forceful, charged with a warrior's intent. His body crackled with thunder and lightning intensely swirling around him, mixed with bright golden light.

The battlefield in the skies fell into an eerie quiet! All were subdued by Alavin and the statue. The previous chaos contrasted sharply with the current silence, a stark and ironic juxtaposition.