The Legendary Mage

Once, he was a young lord of Stormcast, and his parents were both renowned Elders within the Cobalt Strike. From his early years, he was immersed in a life of privilege. His parents adored him, the townsfolk cherished him, and he had a sweet little sister. His life was filled with joy.

Back then, his parents often took him to the Cobalt Strike's keep, where Elders would chuckle and pinch his cheek, calling him adorable, and others, with a hearty slap on their chest, would claim him as their chosen Protégé, their future pride.

Alavin yearned for the keep and thirsted for the knowledge of the energies that bound the world.

But then... In a single night of turmoil, everything changed.

A sudden calamity shattered the once beautiful life he knew. His parents vanished, their fates unknown, and the Cobalt Strike's wrathful punishment descended upon Stormcast.

Alavin, as the young lord, was forcibly taken to the Cobalt Strike and made to suffer as a servant, effectively a hostage. His kin and the twenty thousand souls of his town were marched to the depths of Azure Mountain to toil in the magical ore mines.

He was but seven years old, viewing the unfamiliar surroundings with fear and enduring mockery in a haze of despair.

Eight years swiftly passed, and Alavin shed his naivety, enduring through sheer will. From despair to resolute toughness, his journey was fraught with hardship.

In those eight years, he saw people's true colors, and he learned the harsh realities of the world—only the strong survive, and the weak perish.

his father haunted him—The weak perish, and the strong

high, facing ridicule and shame, and in his ceaseless striving, he found his own way to live and approach the

himself. He vowed to become the Cobalt Strike's Golden Apprentice, to earn his place among them,

one more year, and learn another Combat Magic. After a

faster he grew in strength, the more he

and his physical state was well recovered. His clothes were ragged and bloodstained, soaked by the rain, revealing the muscular contours of

planned to find something to eat, but as he stepped into the courtyard, he stopped

not the old man, but

No, it could not

someone for revenge. If they chosed a rainy night, it seemed they

her back to

he may not last much longer. He commanded

eye us greedily, the Shadowlord’s Tower needs

the only one to command the allegiance

was talking to herself or pleading with

the maiden inside. She glanced over disinterestedly, her indifference clear, but Alavin’s ragged appearance caught her eye again, and she looked