The Legendary Mage novel Chapter 95

"What do you need it for?" Alavin shoved his hand away.

"Lend it to me," the boy's voice was weak and blurry.

Alavin, moved with pity, hesitated, "Just for a moment."

The boy took the Dawnedge Blade and examined it carefully. The sword's surface was smooth and antiqued, showing no sign of wear where it had cut through shackles. His gaze flickered, a glint of brightness passing through the emptiness. His fingertips lightly touched the ancient blade, causing it to vibrate and emit a clear, ringing sound.

"What are you going to do with it? These chains are..." Alavin started to ask, but the boy suddenly turned and retreated into the dense forest, vanishing!

Alavin, taken aback, almost cursed and hurriedly followed, "Halt! Are you borrowing or stealing?"

The boy's speed was extraordinary, and he disappeared in an instant.

"Where is he?" Alavin, frustrated, searched anxiously. But suddenly, a surge of sword energy erupted from the forest ahead, shooting straight into the sky, its brilliance overwhelming, like a hurricane rising up and howling through the trees. Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the ground trembled as if an immense force was exploding.

The tide of sword energy was like a destructive hurricane. The air waves rampaged, and swarms of energy engulfed large swathes of the old forest.

Alavin retreated in shock, keeping a safe distance from the raging air waves. What in the world? Was this the power of the Dawnedge Blade? Or...

Clang!!

The Dawnedge Blade fell from the sky, embedding itself in a stone before him, quivering slightly. Its brilliance was blinding, and fierce energy entwined the blade.

Alavin frowned, wary of the ancient sword and also of the forest.

The sword trembled for a long time before it calmed, and its sharp sword energy dissipated. However, the person who had wielded it did not appear again.

Alavin picked up the ancient sword, proceeding with caution. Ahead, in a clearing of the forest, he found a devastated area several dozen meters wide, with dust and debris falling like rain. The air was hazy and obscure.

This energy was too strong; it could attract nearby powerful beings. It was not wise to linger. Alavin retreated decisively, making his way towards Griffin's Roost.