The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 119

Alavin's consciousness sank into the Energy Core, within the mystical Energy Realm, as he tried to awaken the Shadowbringer.

Despite his various attempts, the Shadowbringer remained silent, floating quietly without any response.

"How much do you know about the Shadowbringer?" Alavin tried to communicate with the Chained Spirit once more.

"Aren't you curious to first find out who that old man is?" The Chained Spirit didn't keep Alavin waiting, responding leisurely.

"When it's time to know, I'll naturally find out." Alavin was certainly curious about the old master’s identity, but he felt no need to learn it from the Chained Spirit.

"The Shadowbringer is a symbol of him, a companion throughout the bloody path of his earlier life." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

"I don't care who he is, nor do I care about what he's done. To me, he's just the person who's been with me for eight years. You said you'd help me. Let's set aside the matters of the ancient kingdom for now. I just want to awaken the Shadowbringer."

"Your current strength is insufficient to awaken the Shadowbringer, let alone master it."

"Isn't there any way at all?"

The Chained Spirit was silent for a moment. "Everything has a solution, it's just a matter of whether you can bear the consequences behind it."

"Tell me, then."

"How much pain can you endure?"

"As long as it doesn't kill me."

"What if it's worse than death?"

"I've endured more suffering in the past eight years than you can imagine. I just want results, I don't care about the process."

Alavin truly didn't mind the pain; his kin was suffering, the two hundred thousand citizens of the ancient city were suffering, and if Alavin truly had a chance to save them, he was willing to pay any price!

The Commander's words also echoed in his ears. Alavin needed to show his worthiness, to give the Commander a reason to release him from servitude.

"Good! You have the spirit of a warrior. I can help you activate the Shadowbringer, but as for harnessing its power, how much you can control will depend on your own endurance."

Alavin braced himself. "Bring it on!!"

"Feel the power of the Shadowbringer. Once it made the heavens bleed and a thousand champions kneel," the Chained Spirit whispered, a devout reverence in his murmurs.

Alavin furrowed his brow, fully alert. Above the Energy Realm, dormant eyes suddenly opened wide, and a vast soul power spread throughout.

Clang! The Shadowbringer vibrated intensely, not with the previous tremors, not with the spreading dark mist, but with a piercing resonance so fierce it could shatter gold and stone, sharp and intense, stirring within the Energy Realm and throughout Alavin's body.

Alavin instantly lost hearing, his consciousness blurred by the shaking, and the Energy Core stirred like a turbulent sea within. A wild surge of energy flooded out and coursed through his body.

Alavin's body convulsed, blood seeped from every orifice, and he let out a ghostly, agonizing wail. "Aaahhh..."

The Shadowbringer, like a black heart, throbbed violently in the sky of the Energy Realm. Thump, thump, thump, with each beat, terrifying black mist exploded, filling the Energy Core like an endless flood rushing towards Alavin, an uncontrollable dark deluge.

Black fog surged through his body, infusing his flesh and bones, stimulating the Channels of Energy like countless dark blades piercing back and forth, inflicting unbearable pain. Although Alavin was incredibly resilient, he couldn't help but scream in agony. Yet the pain wasn't the worst part; it was the spinning consciousness that made him feel as if he was plummeting into endless darkness. Then suddenly, the scene shifted, and he found himself in the nightmare of that evening.

An endless battlefield of slaughter, scenes of catastrophic disaster, the earth quaking, and the heavens weeping.

Hurricanes ravaged, torrential rains poured, and the ground split asunder, spewing lava.

Countless beings clashed in bloody combat.

"Arooo..." A colossal beast roared to the skies, shaking the heavens, like a titan wielding massive arms, its presence overwhelming.

It stood on the vast field of death, exuding madness. It’s a conqueror of the land, with blood flowing for miles.

A golden path stretched across the sky, like an endless golden river. Its brilliance illuminated the world, casting endless golden light. In the depths of the river of light, a valiant warrior battled fierce

foes, a dragon, a golden dragon, its roar shaking the earth.

A lady in white descended onto the battlefield, like a celestial maiden, her beauty eclipsing all, an anomaly within the world of endless slaughter. Yet with a mere gesture, mountains, and rivers changed course, stars shifted, and a full moon rose behind her, from which terrifying roars echoed, chilling the spines of countless warriors. Three gruesome beasts burst forth from the moon, as if arriving from another dimension, their presence boiling with an immense aura of death.

"Kill them!" The lady's delicate hand pointed forward, her voice clear and melodious, yet filled with boundless intent to slaughter.

The three beasts roared hoarsely, racing wildly through the sky as if they could shatter the very heavens.

Ahead on the battlefield, a young boy stepped through the sky, his hair white as snow, his cheeks youthful, but his eyes eerie, like endless black holes. With each step covering a thousand meters, he charged towards the beasts with astonishing ferocity.