The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 268

The Cobalt Strike Commander and other titans descended upon the palace grounds, delving for more precious treasures, hopeful for a significant find. At their level, advancing further was immensely difficult. Ordinary means were insufficient. Only special opportunities could pave the way. Atlantis represented the chance they had been waiting for.

In the cave, after suffering more than a dozen casualties, Roald and his companions finally repelled the wolf attack. The other mercenary groups also suffered heavy losses to ambushes, but none gave up. Ahead lay many ruined temples, their treasures beckoning them irresistibly. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, and they would take what they could.

After investigating over a dozen ruined temples, Alavin found vague murals on the walls leading to the entrance, confirming his suspicions. Without a word, he committed every mural to memory, piecing them together to form an approximate outline of the cave. It was incomplete, but nearly there.

"I've got it!"

"A tomb within a tomb!"

Alavin discovered a secret entrance on the map, likely leading to the true Royal Mausoleum.

An Atlantis and a spread of shattered temples, this was a dual deception. The ancient kings had indeed gone to great lengths.

"Quick! Once the King's Spirit merges with the Royal Mausoleum, their power will be revived, and the Royal Mausoleum will move," the Chained Spirit urged again.

"Alavin, don't you want anything? That's quite modest of you," Lylian said with a chuckle. She had found lots of loot and stuffed her satchel to the brim.

"Do you trust me?" Alavin suddenly asked.

"Of course not," Lylian moved aside for Alavin, digging out a strange piece of scale armor from beneath his feet, examining it for a moment, and then stuffing it into her satchel.

"We’ll continue deeper inside. Are you coming?"

"No! We've seen enough good fortune for one day." Lylian was pleased with her haul. Her satchel was filled with more than twenty treasures.

"We should leave. Our mentor will be worried if he can't find us," Aymee shook her head, not willing to take any more risks.

"Farewell," Alavin didn't explain further. Sword in hand, he dashed deeper inside.

Mariela, Eyla, and Cedrick didn't stop for a second and hurried after him.