The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

Chapter 102

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The night sky was filled with stars, the moonlight like water, cool and soft, casting a hazy beauty over the land.

Alavin sat outside the cave, absorbing the Restoration Aether from the heavens and earth, chanting the Restoration Mantra to heal his back wound and rejuvenate his weary spirit.

Inside the cave, it was quiet, save for the occasional crackling of the firewood.

Mariela slowly opened her eyes just before dawn, the fire now reduced to a few embers. She was disoriented for a moment; her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of displeasure showed in her eyes as she felt the damp clothes clinging uncomfortably to her body. Gripping the ice sword beside her, she sat up, and the garment Alavin had covered her with slid off to reveal the contours of her body beneath the wet clothes.

"Alavin..." Mariela remembered everything from the previous evening. Looking around the cave, she could guess what had happened after she lost consciousness. Clenching the garment at her neckline with her left hand, her gaze turned colder, yet there was a touch of bewilderment in her eyes.

Outside the cave, Alavin heard the noise from within and quietly got up, walking deeper into the forest.

Mariela woke up, and it was time for him to depart. As for what the future held, it was beyond his ability to predict.

As Mariela emerged from the cave, Alavin had already made great distance, seeking refuge in the nearby mountains to find a safe haven.

The Voilet Thistle carried a rich, intoxicating scent, and he needed to make haste to absorb its essence, for such a treasure could not be held for long.

Five Super Elixir Fruits! A whole five of them!

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It wasn't until the afternoon that Alavin found a suitable and safe spot, camouflaged himself, and began his training.

He plucked a Voilet Thistle and placed it in his mouth; a gentle bite released the sweet nectar, flooding his senses with an indescribable coolness that surged through his brain and cascaded throughout his body. Every pore dilated with the sensation, compelling him to shudder involuntarily.

Alavin took deep breaths, steadying his mind to absorb meticulously. The Super Elixir Fruit was indeed mighty. It was like swallowing a mountain of ice. His magic became uncontrollable, manifesting as fierce lightning.

Alavin focused on absorbing and directing the magic. One fruit, then two... three... Vast waves of power flowed into him. The miraculous medicinal properties of the Voilet Thistle nourished his body and expanded his Channel of Energy.

After consuming three Voilet Thistles, Alavin felt an intoxicating elevation, as if soaked in an endless spiritual spring. His cells radiated energy, and sparks danced from his pores. His magic roiled within him, chaotically expanding his Channel of Energy and continuously flooding his Energy Realm, creating monumental waves of force.

With three Voilet Thistles, Alavin's realm was being 'boiled' to the brink of a breakthrough. Barely a month into the Novice MageStage VI, he once again felt the barrier of Stage VI, all with the help of the Super Elixir Fruit, the formidable Voilet Thistle.

Swallowing the remaining two Voilet Thistles in one go, Alavin concentrated on absorbing, fiercely assaulting the Stage VI barrier.

At first, it went smoothly, and in the dead of night, he found the opportunity for a breakthrough to Stage VII. Just as he was about to revel in his surprise attack, something strange occurred. His magic swelled, growing more intense, threatening to spiral out of control. The energy from the three previously absorbed Voilet Thistles began to stir tumultuously within his Energy Core, whipping up furious waves.

Alavin groaned, blood seeped from his orifices, and his expression was one of extreme agony. His magic burst forth wildly, its powerful surge threatening to tear him apart. Electricity wracked his form, filling the cave, shattering rock, and stirring dust, causing a subtle rumble. Astonishing energy burst from him, assaulting the cave and spreading outward.

One Voilet Thistle was considered a Super Elixir Fruit, but five taken together were not equal to five Supe rElixir Fruits; they were comparable to a Legendary Elixir Fruit. This was transformative power, a treasure for rushing toward the rank of Advanced Mage.

Alavin, unaware of the situation, used it to push for Stage VII, clearly overwhelmed by the excessive energy that he could not control.

The violent assault threatened to tear his body apart, attacking his very consciousness. Clenching his teeth, Alavin desperately persevered, knowing that losing consciousness would spell his end, as the uncontrolled magic would surely shatter him.

Pained roars accompanied by thunder echoed through the valley.

What could he do? What could he do? Alavin persisted, desperately seeking a solution.

In a critical moment, the Shadowbringer within his Energy Realm suddenly burst forth with formidable power, spinning violently, creating a vortex of air that devoured the raging magic. Like a siphon drawing water, it directed the frenzied energy towards the Shadowbringer.

The situation in the Energy Realm was forcibly stabilized. At last, his magic found an outlet, rushing into the Energy Realm.

"Saved..." Alavin's consciousness spun as he collapsed, his head lolling to the side, in the cave.