Chronicles of Legends

Volume 7 Chapter 4 - Rematch

[A/N: I will be uploading two chapters before the two month hiatus. Arthur's relictomb journey will not be portrayed in its entirety, but the important bits will be shown after my hiatus. Enjoy this chapter.]

|Alistair|

Clad in my Paladin uniform, I stood resolute, ready to embark on the perilous mission to the besieged Telmore Forest. Inside its shelter, innocent lives awaited rescue from the clutches of despair. Djinn shelters, though formidable, were not impervious to detection and breaches by cunning Alacaryan mages.

As I surveyed my squad, comprising the likes of Curtis, Kathyln, and other seasoned mages of silver stage and above, a sense of awe mingled with determination filled my heart. Though our numbers were scarce, we wielded formidable power.

Yet, in the depths of my being, an unsettling truth gnawed at my conscience. Despite our advancements, the power of silver stage mages would pale in comparison to the might of the dragons. My recent breakthrough to the integration stage had widened the chasm between us, akin to the gulf separating a black stage from a white stage mage.

The burden of protecting both my comrades and defeating Kezess Indrath weighed heavily on my shoulders. In truth, I understood the futility of my lone efforts. A single entity could not safeguard everyone while simultaneously toppling a formidable foe like Kezess.

The realization dawned upon me, reminding me of the daunting task ahead. I had to devise a strategy that would not only ensure the safety of those dear to me but also enable us to vanquish our draconic adversaries. It was a race against time, a desperate bid to secure victory and protect the ones I held close.

As tension gripped the air, our group embarked on the journey to Telmore Forest via the train system, each moment pregnant with anticipation. An unspoken understanding passed between us, acknowledging the gravity of the mission that lay ahead.

Swiftly traversing the forest, we navigated its labyrinthine paths, drawing closer to our destination—the besieged shelter. Throughout the arduous trek, my Revelation Eye remained vigilant, scanning the surroundings for any sign of lurking adversaries.

"Stop," I commanded, my voice cutting through the silence, halting the group in their tracks.

Fixing my gaze upon Jezebeth, who lay in wait, unaware of our presence, I knew it was time to execute my plan.

"Kathyln," I turned to her, outlining a path with a determined gesture, "Lead the squad around, take them to the shelter. I will confront Jezebeth alone from this point onward."

Kathyln, initially taken aback, quickly grasped the situation and nodded, assuming command and guiding the team away from the impending clash with Jezebeth. Their absence would ensure that our confrontation remained undisturbed.

Memories of our last encounter, over five years ago, flooded my mind—the bitter taste of defeat, the anguish of helplessness in the face of Jezebeth's overwhelming power. Even in the early stages of the war, a single devastating blow from him had sent me hurtling through the air, a stark reminder of my frailty.

But now, things were different. I had grown stronger. I couldn't afford to lose any more battles.

With unwavering resolve, I purposefully entered Jezebeth's sensory range, fully aware of his approach from behind.  This time, victory would be mine.

As we closed in on each other, our fates entwined once again, I prepared to face Jezebeth head-on, ready to rewrite the outcome of our past encounter. The stakes were high, and the battle that lay before me would test not only my strength but also my growth.

|Third POV|

With lightning speed, Jezebeth lunged towards Alistair, aiming to deliver a devastating blow that would end the battle in an instant. Yet, to his astonishment, Alistair spun around, his scarlet eyes tracking Jezebeth's every movement, as if he had foreseen this precise attack.