Chapter 673

The trees rose majestically toward the sky, their towering presence accentuated by the moss-covered boulders scattered irregularly around the forest floor. Between the stones, a narrow, well-trodden path hinted at frequent passage. At the distant end of the trail stood a solitary figure.

It was none other than Basilude, a 6th-circle dark mage. His face, marked with deep wrinkles, was framed by a mane of white hair. As Dark had described, his attire bordered on absurdity. To the unknowing eye, he might have been mistaken for a vagrant wandering aimlessly in the mountains.

But one glance at his eyes would dispel any such notions. Madness flickered in their depths—a warning that Basilude was anything but ordinary.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Come... I’m waiting.”

With a sinister grin, Basilude infused his surroundings with magical energy, preparing to face the forces of Nodehill.

It wasn’t long before Nodehill’s soldiers spotted the dark mage waiting for them.

“Is that him? Confident, isn’t he?”

Ghislain smirked as he observed Basilude from a distance. To stand so boldly before an advancing army—either the mage was extraordinarily prepared, or incredibly arrogant.

“That’s a dark mage.”

“Never seen him before.”

“What’s he doing out in the open?”

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