The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 271

Eighteen colossal statues lifted their right arms, casting forth eighteen beams of intense light, all converging into Alavin's body. Streams of energy interwove through his Channels of Energy, coursing through his veins like a raging flood washing over his entire being, ultimately gathering at his heart.

Thump!

His heart beat violently, swelling with might and contracting fiercely, as if it were about to burst, surging with tumultuous power. His blood boiled, circulating rapidly throughout his body in an unending flow.

Alavin had no awareness of what was happening. His consciousness was submerged in boundless darkness, as if he had fallen into a deep slumber.

The Legacy of the Ancient Kings continuously poured into Alavin, transforming his body. Unbeknownst to him, his heart underwent astonishing changes, even the color of his blood shifted.

Golden patterns crawled across his heart, beginning to spread throughout his veins, and strands of gold appeared in the scorching blood.

Eyla, Cedrick, and Mariela had been cast aside by the bright light, tumbling below the altar, taking a long time to slowly awaken. It was as though they had been in a deep slumber, with no recollection of what had just transpired.

"What is that…?" they exclaimed in astonishment, gazing upon the altar above where a massive heart-shaped conglomeration of light and shadows throbbed tumultuously in mid-air. Within the ‘heart,' a vague silhouette could be seen – surely, it was Alavin.

"Mariela, what do you know?" Eyla asked with curiosity, her eyes fixed on the altar.

"It must be the inheritance of the Ancient Kings. They have chosen Alavin," replied Mariela with her usual calm, neither joy nor sorrow touching her. It was an opportunity that came unbidden, and since they chose Alavin, they had their reasons. What would her mentor think? Cobalt Strike had sought this knowledge for over twenty years, only for Alavin to fulfill it.

"How did Alavin come to know of this place?"

Mariela shook her head. This was a secret of Cobalt Strike, as well as Alavin's. "I hope you can keep the secret of today."

"The Legacy of the Ancient Kings…" Cedrick murmured, a hint of envy creeping into his voice. This was a chance, a monumental one, possibly life-changing for Alavin.

Eyla glanced at the altar and suddenly chuckled. "Mariela, do you want Alavin? If not, I might make my move."