The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 300

Beyond the Midlands, indeed, there lay hidden powerful individuals.

Was Alavin worthy of challenging the Sacred Protégé of the Blessed Citadel?

The Citadel Protégés were relieved they had not challenged Alavin, knowing they would have suffered a terrible defea. They also felt a tinge of shame. Two Protégés from the inner halls of the Blessed Citadel had joined forces, yet they could not subdue the Organization Protégé from the Northlands. Was Alavin too strong, or had the entire Northlands grown stronger in recent years?

Marak's face was grim with concern. Alavin had bested Romarn, and now, after crushing Sveinn and Erica, it seemed as if Alavin had miraculously replicated his feat from The Clash of Eight Orders, with even greater ease and strength than before. He had defeated three opponents with effortless grace! If Alavin's performance in The Clash of Eight Orders had surprised Marak, his current display was enough to instill a sense of crisis in Marak. No, he could not allow Alavin to continue growing stronger. The lad was already immensely talented, and with the support of the Bloodlore, he could indeed pose a threat to many in the future.

That's right, Marak suddenly remembered that before he escorted the Citadel Protégés away from Lord Viperbane, he had seen members of Cobalt Strike seeking an audience with Neasilis. Why would Cobalt Strike want to speak with Neasilis? To seek peace, or perhaps to plot something else?

"Citadel Protégés, still underestimate the Northlands?" Eyla exclaimed, clapping her hands with a laugh. It was a thrilling sight indeed, and nothing warmed the heart quite like seeing the haughty Citadel Protégés taken down a notch. Ah, she mused, if there was a chance in the future, she must take Alavin for a tour around the Capital, to meet those arrogant so-called prodigies.

Lucan and his companions let out a long sigh of relief. That was close, and certainly thrilling!

The Citadel Protégés helped the siblings to their feet. One was severely injured, and the other's spirit was wounded, both slipping into semi-consciousness.

They were not content, wishing they could challenge Alavin to another fight. However, they took a careful look at Alavin and decisively abandoned the thought. No, this lad looked like he could indeed fight on!

"Did I win?" Alavin faced the cold gazes of the Citadel Protégés.