The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 157

Alavin was deep in meditation, seated cross-legged, when it happened—a breakthrough! Yes, a breakthrough had occurred just moments before! The electric glimmers that enveloped him began to subside steadily.

Novice Mage Stage IX! The long-coveted realm of power!

A transformation was evident throughout his being—spirit, veins, Energy Realm, constitution, and so much more—all had been enhanced comprehensively as if he were already preparing to ascend to the rank of an Advanced Mage.

He could now clearly feel the change within—a sublime, ethereal sensation. A pervasive strength was coursing through his body, and the surging magic was within his Energy Realm and Channel of Energy.

A breakthrough!

Overcome with excitement and emotion, Alavin could hardly wait to test his newfound strength.

When the Bloodlore Commander and Eyla entered the room, Alavin was completing the circulation of magic through his Channel of Energy, dispersing the last of the electric glow.

The pair studied him with a hint of surprise. Was he in the midst of a breakthrough seclusion?

The Bloodlore Commander regarded Alavin intently as if confirming the breakthrough. The young one was interesting indeed. Reaching Stage VIII within a year was impressive enough, but to break through again during The Clash of Eight Orders was extraordinary.

"Commander Jarad, greetings," Alavin said, steadying his breath and looking at them curiously.

"Congratulations, Stage IX," Eyla purred, her red lips parting in a seductive smile.

A little fox leaped into Alavin's arms, nuzzling affectionately and breathing in the comforting Restoration Aether that wafted around him.

"It seems quite fond of you. Would you like it as a gift?"

"I couldn't possibly accept."

"Do you know what kind of creature it is?"

"It must be precious, but it's too much for me to take."

Eyla moved closer to Alavin, reclaiming the little fox into her arms with a dazzling smile. "My grandfather nearly lost his life to acquire it."

Alavin straightened his posture slightly. This woman was indeed tempting, not just in her attire, but also with an innate aura of allure that seemed to emanate from within, causing his heart to flutter. Without any deliberate flirtation, her every glance and smile radiated remarkable charm.

"Who is your mentor?" Jarad couldn't believe someone would rise so suddenly without reason. Some said it was due to a buildup of power; others spoke of a transformation as profound as a storm shaping a resilient tree, but he suspected Alavin had come upon some fortuitous encounter. This fortune might’ve been related to what Alavin called 'Shadowlord's Wrath,' and that ancient sword even the Cobalt Strike Commander had not seen before.

"I have no mentor."