Mage Legend

The distant forest swayed gently, resembling a gust of wind passing through. A smile appeared on Zilvra's lips as the mage had already foreseen the possibility of this scenario occurring. The Drow woman stealthily approached Lynch, bending low, her body curled like a leopard ready to pounce. Lynch had told her that when spells became exceedingly "magnificent" and were full of glitter, it was actually the time to execute the plan. Lynch had long since utilized the knowledge learned from the Dark Elf, using the Magic Origin he mastered to drive the Magic Scrolls prepared days ago, making the transformation work of this swamp proceed automatically. Now the remarkable effect he was creating was to show to the Undead beings.

Zilvra suddenly charged at Lynch's back, her weapon in hand drew a perfect arc, swinging from the mage's left waist to his right shoulder. A spray of blood blossomed in the air over the wetland, and Lynch's scream startled the birds throughout the land.

The mage in the black robe fell uncontrollably to the ground like an autumn leaf. Zilvra walked around the "corpse" a couple of times, as if admiring her masterpiece. Then she posed as if she had noticed something and quickly departed from beside the mage.

When she passed by the suspicious "skeleton", Zilvra suddenly stopped. After a brief examination, the Drow grabbed the skeleton from the ground, looked into its hollow eyes, and said, "Take me to your master, or I'll make you experience a pain more terrifying than being half-dead."

The skeleton remained motionless, its limbs limp, maintaining the "awareness" it should have as a corpse. Zilvra suddenly hurled it towards the nearby large tree, and after a cloud of dust, several fragmented bones fell from the skeleton.

"If it were a real corpse, it should have fallen apart long ago!" Zilvra shouted, "Hurry and get up to lead the way!"

The skeleton reluctantly stood up from the ground, wobbling to find a new balance point. When the Drow approached him, the skeleton finally limped towards the depths of the forest, heading towards the location of the Undead army under the cover of dense foliage.

Zilvra followed quietly behind. Several times, she wanted to turn back to check on Lynch, but reason prevented her from attempting such a thing. From now on, her task was to convince the leader of the Undead army that she was a Dark Elf on the surface to perform a special mission and to ensnare those souls into the trap set by Lynch.

Now she had to fight alone—however, before meeting Lynch, Zilvra had always lived this way.

Lynch's "corpse" still lay motionless on the ground, with not even the rise and fall of breath. The little birds in the sky thought this human had breathed his last and circled overhead, giving mournful cries. The elves' compassionate way of life had gradually changed the habits of the surrounding animals.

At this time, a ghost floated out from the ground beside the figure in the black robe. Only in the Residual Star Swamp did ghosts not fear the power of the Holy River, able to lurk beneath the land. It drifted to the mage's "corpse" and gently touched it with its semi-transparent tendril. Suddenly, the mage's body crumbled into a heap of powder, as if destroyed by the Dissociation Technique, then scattered with the wind. Only a scroll falling beside remained as the only evidence of this mage's existence.

The ghost exerted great effort, taking several attempts to grasp the scroll in its hand. As revenants, they found it challenging to affect worldly objects. However, in destroying the souls of the living, they were undisputedly masters.

After the ghost floated away with the scroll, several hours later, Lynch finally slowly got up. He had camouflaged himself entirely using Illusion Techniques, fully simulating the surrounding environment, having already stood on the outskirts of the Residual Star Swamp when Zilvra had approached. Naturally, he was unharmed, with only a realistic spell performance taking place. As a master of prophecy and illusion spells, manipulating various Blinding Techniques was his most skilled method. The mage watched for a while, ensuring everything proceeded as he expected, before quietly heading towards the elves' location. However, to be safe, the illusion was never dispelled.

Lynch only removed his entire disguise when he rowed a boat back to Heather's ferry. He returned to the way he looked when he left, the only difference being a newfound weariness on his face. The elves used white ropes to loop the boat's tip, pulling him ashore.