The Legendary Mage (Alavin)

This was madness.

Finally, Alavin reached Watchful Shore.

Though the turmoil of Atlantis had ended, it still attracted many forces and mercenaries. The sea and nearby forests were scattered with hundreds, perhaps thousands, of powerful beings-some investigating the cause of Atlantis' appearance, others in search of lost magical treasures.

"Godfred, wait here for me!"

Splash!

Alavin dove into the tide, leaving Godfred to guard the shore.

"Hey, mate, did you fall from the sky?" A burly man looked on in surprise at Godfred's sudden arrival.

"Get lost!" Godfred, anxious and in a foul mood, snapped.

"Can you fly? I'll pay you. Take me for a spin over the deep sea." The burly man seemed quite interested in him.

"I said get lost!" Godfred's soul force surged, forming an impressive crocodile over ten meters long, seething with killing intent. The crocodile thrashed its head violently and struck the ground with its massive claws, unleashing a deafening roar that made the man's soul tremble.

The man gasped in shock and scrambled into the forest.

Many powerful Magi-Monsters in the nearby woods were startled away, not daring to approach. Such might surely belonged to a Master Mage.

Alavin sank beneath the waves, searching for the entrance he'd found that day, questioning the Chained Spirit within him, "What do you think our chances of success are?"

"Your fate is in your own hands, for all of this is but a figment of your imagination-never recorded in the annals of history," the Chained Spirit said with a tone of reproach. This was a wild gamble, even crazier than when he voyaged across the Ancient Seas. Yet, he had to admit that this young one had a streak of madness in him, daring to dream and do anything. Perhaps this was influenced by his youthful experiences.

Alavin drew forth the Immortal Edge, activating its sword spirit. The bright sword light illuminated the murky depths of the sea, guiding him to the spot he had determined long ago.

The place had completely changed its appearance. The sea cliff that once stood out like a black eagle ready to take flight was now indistinguishable from the surrounding rock formations.

Not knowing how to open the passage, Alavin could only wield the Immortal Edge, making gestures in the water. Luckily, the Immortal Edge did not disappoint him; not only did it pinpoint the location, but it also reawakened the passage. The rock layers crumbled, and boulders thundered down, revealing a narrow passage with a faint light shining within.

Holding the Immortal Edge, Alavin swam inside, with the passage collapsing and sealing behind him, leaving only a path forward.

"Have you thought about what you're going to say?" The Chained Spirit reminded him.

"I'll play it by ear. As long as there's hope, I won't give up.'

Alavin swam hundreds of meters and arrived in front of the barrier he remembered. He leaped through it, tumbled to the ground, and ran wildly into the depths of the great cave without stopping, searching for the ruined temple he once knew.

The cave was swarming with numerous white wolves, which quickly detected the intruder. They pounced in packs, moving as swiftly as lightning.

Alavin ignored them, activating his energy shield, lifting the Immortal Edge high, and sprinting faster.

The wolves seemed to hesitate at the sight of the Immortal Edge, stopping midway without rushing to attack, eventually watching him enter the ruins and delve deeper into the Royal Mausoleum cavern. Returning to the Royal Mausoleum, Alavin felt nostalgic but had no time to linger. He dashed to the altar and raised the Immortal Edge high. "O Kings, please accept my invitation!"

The Immortal Edge glowed red, bursting with blinding light and emitting tremendous sword energy, lighting up the cavern and awakening the slumbering Kings.

A regal statue with a majestic figure opened its stone eyes. Its hundred-meter body was towering and imposing. It slowly twisted, shaking off fine pebbles, and gazed at Alavin with a commanding presence, its voice thundering. "What is your purpose!"

Alavin, with eyes blazing, shouted boldly, "O Kings, awaken and heed my call, descend upon Stormcast!"