The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 57

Celesse had not secluded herself for arcane training in the last five days, having been granted a 'holiday' by her master to rest.

When not training, she was almost always by Alavin's side, either leisurely enjoying the moments or aiding him in his magical practices.

She worried that Alavin couldn't control the Goliath Force, especially the powerful fifth sequence known as 'Shadow Sabre.' While it could unleash a strength five times greater than normal, it also produced a backlash weighing thousands of pounds that could injure the wielder as much as the enemy. Many a sturdy Protégé in history had attempted to master the Goliath Force and ended up hurt or crippled. Only Brunn, an Elite Protégé, had managed to master it over the past decades, and since then, few dared to touch the Goliath Force.

Fortunately, Alavin's recent performances had been impressive, gradually easing Celesse's concerns and astonishing her with his resilience. It seemed he could manage not just a fivefold burst but even a sixfold one.

Carlys would occasionally come to check in, startled by Alavin's exaggerated prowess.

"Is this the place?" Marak arrived at the foot of a hundred-meter-tall hill. Compared to the towering mountains nearby, this hill looked more like a mound, hardly noticeable unless one looked closely. To have exclusive use of a hilltop in Cobalt Strike, this Protégé must have held some status, Marak mused.

"Right here." Tyral sneered inwardly but kept a polite demeanor as he walked up the mountain path.

"What is this Protégé's rank? A Golden Protégé?" Marak began to take this previously unseen rival seriously.

"He is a servant."

"A servant?"

"A drudge."

"Are you jesting with me?" Marak rarely joked and disliked such humor.

"I dare not. The summit is not a manor but a storehouse. This Protégé has been a servant since the age of seven, for a full eight years."

"Celesse is here?" Marak frowned upon hearing this. He’s love rival was a lowborn?

"Let's see for ourselves. Oh, and his name is Alavin!"

In the courtyard, Alavin had just completed the fifth sequence of Goliath Force, shattering a massive boulder into gravel. Standing at the edge of the rubble, his body was burning hot, skin reddened as if boiled, emitting astonishing heat and covered in sweat. Gasping for breath, his muscular form rhythmically pulsed with every heave of his chest. Though only fifteen, he bore the virile beauty of a twenty-year-old.

"How do you feel? Is the weakness still strong?" Celesse gently wiped Alavin's sweat with a silk cloth.