The Legendary Mage

From a cliff high above, the Ivory Turtle craned its neck curiously. “How did these eighteen immortals relinquish their legacy?”

Alavin fell from midair onto the altar, his consciousness blurred and his body uncontrollable. He tumbled off the stone platform and into a nearby pool with a splash. Dazed, Alavin opened his eyes, only to see through the mist of a bewitching beauty before him. Her delicate skin was like a dewy rose, her radiance dazzling to behold.

"Did you do that on purpose?" Eyla crossed her arms over her chest, concealing her generous curves, which were outlined through her soaked clothing.

Alavin gazed at her, then slipped back into unconsciousness. He had just concluded the legacy, and his mind was not yet fully withdrawn from the distant eons, unable to discern if the beauty before him belonged to bygone millennia or the present.

"What's wrong with you?" Eyla quickly supported Alavin, cradling him in her arms.

Resting his head against the softness of her chest, Alavin drifted between sleep and wakefulness, sometimes opening his eyes without focus, sometimes closing them with lips faintly moving as if whispering. His body was restless, and his head rubbed against Eyla’s bosom.

“If I find out you did this on purpose, you’ll regret it!” Eyla scolded, half-annoyed, half-amused.

the noise, arrived to see Alavin’s face buried in Eyla’s embrace, comfortably ‘wriggling’

Eyla teased, hugging Alavin’s head

and left without

nodded. His cold expression

eye, we shall be

the spot where Alavin had fallen, then scurried back into a cave behind it, staring intently at the ivory chain. Its eyes shone brightly

slumber, drifting in and out of consciousness, until the voice of the Chained Spirit echoed within the Energy Core of the Energy Realm,

“How are you?”

with astonishing power. He looked inward and saw his blood and heart turned into a golden

agreement. Take me back to the

I will take