SWNOVELS Chapter 352
If he succeeded, the Kings would shake the Northlands. Their names would be revered throughout the Royal Realm, and Stormcast would know no more danger, with no one daring to covet his legacy. "Ha! Glorious," thought the Ivory Turtle, now even more exhilarated, shouting from above, "Yes, exactly! You old immortals, this lad is your new sovereign. It's your duty to protect his rise. Leave this cursed place at once!"
Was it speaking? Alavin stared in astonishment.
"I support you. I'm with you," the turtle cried, overcome with excitement. Imprisoned for ten thousand years, it saw an opportunity for freedom. A fire blazed within, and its shell radiated with bright light. Before the Kings could refuse again, Alavin shouted anew, "The Kings! Please, accept my invitation! I need your help. My people need your help! I do not ask for your eternal guardianship. I only ask that you stay within the ancient city to protect its future as the new eternal kingdom."
"I have witnessed your past glories and understand your mission to exist alongside the eternal kingdom.
"Ten thousand years ago, when the kingdom fell, you were not to blame, and your mission did not end. This Royal Mausoleum is not a prison but a sanctuary for your rest. Today marks a new beginning. I stake my life on it, I will not fail you. I am ready to make a blood oath to restore the glory of the eternal legacy, but right now, I truly need your protection."
His resolute voice echoed through the Royal Mausoleum, and suddenly, Alavin knelt on one knee, his plea thundering, "I, Alavin, implore the Kings, descend upon Stormcast!"
Stormcast, the Mallister family, his loved ones-these were his deepest convictions and his mission!
For over eight years, they had suffered greatly, and he would not allow disaster to strike them again.
"In this time, I shall shatter all chains that bind me and lay a firm foundation. This time, I will bring smiles to the faces of the Old Town's folk, and let my kin see hope.
O the Kings, heed my call!
The Kings, slumbering for eons, it is time for your awakening!
The Kings, depart and shake the Northlands to their core."
The Kings remained silent for what seemed an eternity. In the depths of the cavern, only the brilliant radiance of the altar and the fiery glow of the Immortal Edge's sword's energy filled the space. Alavin knelt on one knee. His head was bowed in earnest plea. He had been anxious before arriving, but now hope was kindling within him. The Kings had not outright refused, indicating they were considering his request. Good, good, this was excellent news. He would lead them out, lead them to protect his Stormcast.
The Ivory Turtle grew impatient. "Decide already! You should have perished long ago, and if you dare not die, then do something worthy and lend your eternal kingdom's last ounce of strength. Do you hear me? Since you have chosen him, he is the heir, your descendant, you must take responsibility to the end!"
At last...
"Judgement!" The ancient king, mounted upon his celestial dragon, moved the chains, issuing the command.
"Judgement!" The Kings, in succession, pulled the chains, unleashing waves of brilliant light, like surging tides from the heavens, engulfing Alavin in their descent.
Alavin grunted, putting up a fierce resistance, as the relentless tide of energy battered against him and the arena, filling the entire Royal Mausoleum with intense light. The altar shook violently as if it could collapse at any moment. Alavin's consciousness was flooded with endless light and shadow. His body and soul felt as though they were parting, as waves of powerful energy invaded his mind, searching through all that he was, just like before, reliving his memories, exposing Alavin's experiences, humanity, emotions, and all else for scrutiny.
The Kings sought to probe the true Alavin, to uncover the real purpose of his coming here.
The Ivory Turtle watched anxiously. These ancient souls of the Organization finally had an epiphany-could this mean the end of his tribulations? Was he finally free?