The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 205

"My lord, the inspection is complete. There are no survivors." The Silent Blade squad meticulously checked thrice and confirmed that no other Cobalt Strike Protégés had survived. The clean-up was done.

"Let's retreat. We’ll leave the rest to you." Balder called for his troops to pull back.

"Thank you once again for your help," Lucan and members of the Mallister family paid their respects. Without The Silent Blade, the Mallister clan might have perished.

"We shall meet again. Farewell for now." Balder urged people to retreat quickly. According to his calculations, Vandill might send people soon. It wouldn't do to be caught here.

"Wait!!" Suddenly, a figure burst from the shadows ahead.

The Silent Blade warriors instinctively tightened their grip on their shadowy blades. Their formation unified, and the faint sound of metal whispered through the air.

"Don’t draw your blades. It's me." The figure swiftly approached the firelight, and it was none other than Alavin, with Mariela close behind.

Their breaths were ragged, and their clothes were torn in places. They had traveled day and night, over mountains and through dangers, finally arriving just in time.

"You made it quite fast," Balder said with a smile upon seeing Alavin. "Is it just the two of you?"

"We left the others behind."

"Ha, I figured as much."

"Alavin!" Oda, overcome with emotion, threw herself into his embrace.

"Are you alright?" Alavin held Oda tight. His eyes swept over the battered battlefield and the strewn corpses, picturing the fierce fight. That accursed Grand Elder actually sent assassins. Were they trying to exterminate the Mallister clan? A shiver of fear ran through him. Alavin was grateful that he had anticipated this and enlisted Balder's aid, or he might never have seen his family again.

Mariela was slightly surprised. Was this Alavin's contingency? He had managed to bring forces from the Mollen family. The sight of the bodies made her heart sink. Though she had imagined all sorts of scenarios, seeing it in person was harder to accept. “Grand Elder, you've gone too far!”

"We're alive, thanks to Lord Balder," Oda clung to Alavin, fearing this might be a dream. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

"Alavin!" Helna and the others quickly gathered around, relieved to see Alavin but also surprised. Could what Balder said be true?

"Have your talk. I'll take my leave," Balder said, not daring to delay any longer.

"There's no need to leave," Alavin stopped them.

"Why? If Vandill shows up, it'll ruin everything."

"As long as Elder Connas and his men haven't arrived, Vandill doesn't matter."

"What do you mean?"

"Where's Vandill now?"

"In the mining district, rallying all the miners, claiming they'll be driven into the forest by tomorrow."

"He won't have the chance. Come, let's confront Vandill together."

A shiver ran down Balder's spine as a thought struck him, and in the shadows, the hidden Garrat frowned, locking his gaze on Alavin. He scoffed coldly and slipped away, but as he turned, his heart

skipped a beat, and he froze in place. Before him stood a figure—a gaunt youth, disheveled, pale as death, resembling a beggar, or more so, a ghost.

Their eyes met, and whether it was pure shock or the unexpected presence, Garrat felt a chill run through him. "Out of my way!" Garrat's face hardened, and he struck without hesitation, intent on killing whatever it was so he could report back.

A second before his attack landed, a pallid hand pierced his heart! A coldness spread through his chest, stopping him in his tracks. He looked down in disbelief. His chest was torn open, and black tendrils were spreading from the wound.