The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 54

"People express remorse in different ways. If not for the bonds of brotherhood, you might not have even seen a head," Neasilis's voice was low, and his words were veiled behind a gentle chuckle.

"You..." All the Elders stood up.

"Sit down," commanded the Commander with a calm authority. "Neasilis, after the incident a decade ago, you ceased to be a Protégé of Cobalt Strike. Today, I meet with you as Lord Viperbane's envoy, as the guardian of young Lord Marak."

"I come today on behalf of Lord Viperbane as well." Neasilis's fingertip danced across the table surface as he called out to the door. "A guest has arrived, and you fail to offer refreshment? Have you Protégés no sense of decorum?"

The Protégés outside ignored him until the portly Elder cleared his throat softly. Then, a few brought in tea, placing it beside Neasilis and Lord Marak.

Neasilis lifted the cup to his lips, savoring it with closed eyes: "Cobalt Strike's water, it's been nearly twenty years since I've tasted it."

Lord Marak merely touched the cup but did not lift it. He paid no mind to the tense atmosphere in the hall as if it had nothing to do with him. His gaze occasionally drifted outside, where some Protégés of Cobalt Strike stood.

Neasilis spoke unhurriedly, "I am here to extend Lord Viperbane's congratulations. I've heard you've nurtured a prodigy named Celesse. Just sixteen and already an Advanced Mage."

"You're well-informed," remarked a female Elder coldly.

Neasilis put down his cup and looked at the Commander with a light chuckle. "Will Celesse be partaking in The Clash of Eight Orders?"

"What concern is The Clash of Eight Orders of yours, or Lord Viperbane's?"

In the Northlands, Five Lords reigned supreme, and the Eight Orders stood tall. These were the domains held in awe by all, the sacred ground for countless Mages. Cobalt Strike, being one of the Eight Orders of the Northlands, held a prestigious position.

Every two years, the Eight Orders held a tournament where leaders met, and Elders mingled. At these gatherings, Protégés from different organizations sparred and competed. This centuries-old tradition was how they declared their dominance over the Northlands.