Chapter 817 - The Falcon’s Beacon (XII) (1/2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“I hereby present the ancient staff and call for the spiritual resonance before my ancestors…”
“Lize, how long is that uncle gonna keep repeating himself?”
Anne asked softly. Currently, only Anne, Lize, Nell, and Sovann were left in the wide plaza while Rhode, Gaya, and the enemies had disappeared to nowhere. However, the young ladies weren’t overly concerned as they knew that the mysterious tricks that they witnessed were definitely Rhode’s doings. They quickly ran up to the altar and Sovann began his ritual. Lize, Anne, and Nell guarded the place. Anne held her shield while carrying the unconscious Christie in her arm, scanning the place. However, the only enemies were already lured away by Rhode, so she felt somewhat bored. She was excited when watching the fierce battle earlier, but couldn’t join them as she had to protect Christie. However, she was clear of her duties as a Shield Warrior. Although Anne was usually carefree, even Lize and Marlene wouldn’t be as serious as her during battle. Therefore, even if she was itching to jump into fights, her top priority was protecting the people around her, including the silent Dark Elf—yes, Anne placed her at the last of her priorities since Nell wouldn’t be that easily killed, anyway.
But even so, Anne felt incredibly bored listening to Sovann’s constant muttering. She thought that the inheritance ritual was something fun, but didn’t expect it to be this dull. What left her discontent was that there wasn’t any result from Sovann’s long-winded muttering, nor any news from Rhode’s situation!
Lize showed a bitter smile to her grumbles. She knew more about rituals than Anne as a Cleric. In fact, such a ritual shouldn’t be completed by Sovann alone, so it naturally took much longer.
“… I, in the name of the Battle Mage heir, hereby summon your arrival!”
Sovann raised the staff high and ended the incantation. The pale blue flames surged forward and wrapped around the staff. The rune at the top of the staff flickered and the gem at the tip emanated green rays of light that punctured the flames and formed an entrance. Then, the doors opened before them.
In an instant, the dim plaza was shrouded in a green radiance while green flames splashed out of the brazier and expanded to both sides like rolling clouds. An illusory vast wilderness faintly emerged from between the separated flames.
Then, majestic figures walked out of the flames one by one. They wore robes and held the same staff as Sovann. The leading elder gazed at Sovann and said, “I sensed the spiritual energy in your bloodline, my child. You’ve proven that you hold the rights to stand before us and the lost inheritance has found its owner at this very moment. So now… Tell me your ideals and wish, my child. We once sought a path that no one has walked. We overcame rough thorns and all obstacles. Now, are you willing to accept our staff and continue down this path?”
“This is my lifelong wish…”
Sovann half-knelt and lifted his head.
“I’m willing to accept the ancient inheritance and continue on the path of the Battle Mage. I swear with my soul!”
“Good.”
The elder spirit nodded firmly. Then, it placed its right hand on Sovann’s head.
“I shall grant you the lost inheritance. Bring glory and honor to the Battle Mages as you continue to brave this continent!”
Swish!
Rhode half-knelt on the altar and panted with large beads of sweat trickling off his forehead. He gritted his teeth and brandished his right arm which instantly dispelled the venue before him. On the other side, Gaya stared forward sternly. Ghastly wounds could be seen on her dewy complexion and blood flowed from her arm to the ground. Neither of them spoke as they focused their attention at the dark figure standing mightily before the altar.