Chapter 120
On the edge of the field, thousands of robed figures with chains nged on drums and hammers,
dragging a colossal stone coffin from beneath the earth.
Boom! The coffin trembled as if a legendary demon was about to return to the world.
This was a world of ughter, rivers stained with blood and cries reaching for miles. ughter,
madness, disaster, and all manner of terrifying scenes collided overwhelmingly.
All of this filled vin''s consciousness as if it were truly happening around him, threatening to
engulf him.
Indescribable pain was consuming his very soul.
Suddenly, deep within the battlefield, a streak of dark light appeared, unassuming, yet stirring an
endless tide of darkness. The world, suddenly fell into darkness, and everything shattered in an
instant...
vin awoke with a start, kneeling on the ground. His hair was disheveled, he was breathing
heavily, and his body was soaked with sweat, his gaze trembling slightly.
The nightmare felt so real, yet so illusory. It seemed like an eternity had passed, and yet it was but a
fleeting moment in his mind.
"This is the Shadowlord''s realm of ughter!
"You wish to master the art of the Shadowbringer, you must first endure the murderous intent and
madness within the Shadowlord''s domain.
"Every attempt will torment you to the brink of death.
"Do you... dare to continue?"
The voice of the Chained Spirit rang out, slightly rousing the bewildered vin.
At that moment, Celesse and Carlys entered the dungeon to visit vin, when suddenly she heard
a pitiful and desperate wail from the depths below. Bothdies''plexions changed slightly. Was it
vin?
"We haven''t done anything!" the Protégé guardians quickly protested, gesturing with their hands.
They had done nothing more than limit vin''s food and had not intentionally tormented him.
"If harm befalls vin, I shall hold you ountable!" Carlys scolded with a fiery tone, following
Celesse as they hastened to the dungeon''s depths.
The Protégés intended to stop them, as it was clearly stated that no visitors were allowed during
solitary confinement, but... who would dare to obstruct Celesse?
vin was kept on the fifth sublevel, alone in a spacious cell. The ce was dim and damp, reeking
of foulness. Two torches hung by the door, casting wavering shadows.
As they descended, they found vin kneeling there, his appearance disheveled and ghastly,
struggling to maintain control over his consciousness and the intense pain wracking his body.
"What''s happened to you?" Both Celesse and Carlys were taken aback by his state.
vin lifted his head, and his eyes were bloodshot. The murderous aura had not yet faded.
"Lord vin! You..." Carlys gasped, covering her mouth.
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vin shook his head vigorously, and after a long struggle, he regained control of his senses.
Recognizing the twodies, he managed a weak smile. "A slight mishap in my training, nothing
more. I''ll be fine shortly."
"What have you been practicing?" Celesse sensed something amiss. What kind of Combat Magic
could torture vin to such an extent? It seemed as if he was teetering on the brink of a magical
frenzy. She wanted to open the cell, but the guards hadn''t followed them down, and they had no
key.
"It''s nothing, really. Got a bit shaken up, but I''ll recover soon."
Celesse scolded him with a mix of worry and affection, "Must you always provoke Odell? For a
mere steward, you''ve put yourself through this."
"I sought a quiet ce to train; this seemed fitting." vin did his best to maintain his smile.
"Are you truly alright?" Carlys looked at vin with both concern and a touch of fear.
"I''m fine, tough as theye," vin assured as he stood, brushing the dirt from his clothes. "What
brings you here?"
Celesse remained silent, looking at vin.
vin shrugged, stretching his limbs. "Really, I''m fine. Who doesn''t face setbacks in their training?
Don''t worry about me."
Celesse replied helplessly, "I''m about to embark on a journey with my master for further training."
"That''s right, it''s time." vin pulled out the Super magical ore from his pocket, whispering slyly,
"Want some? I''ve got more."
Celesse couldn''t help but smile at his jest, though her expression dimmed slightly as she hesitated.
"The roster for The sh of Eight Orders has been set."
"What? So soon?"
Celesse avoided looking into vin''s eyes, which were filled with disappointment. "The sh of
Eight Orders only allows contenders under eighteen years of age. Don''t be saddened. You still have
chance."
"Who are the contenders?"
"The four Golden Protégés, and the six strongest from the Elite Protégés, Cedrick, Mari, Adirich,
Myke, Niks, Gwenda. These are the slots proposed by the Commander, and the Elders have
unanimously approved them."
Carlys nced at vin''s face, hesitating to continue. "Roald advanced to an Advanced Mage ten
days ago and is currently undergoing special training by the Elders. He''s our best hope in the
Cobalt Strike to im a title."
Celesse consoled vin, "There''s no need to rush your breakthrough to Stage VIII. Calm your spirit
and solidify your Novice Mage foundations. You''ve advanced too quickly in the past six months. And
don''t worry too much about Azure Mountain. My master has already begun to devise a n to
improve the conditions there."
vin smiled reassuringly. "Don''t fret over me, I won''t be crushed by such setbacks. Focus on your
own training journey, and don''t worry about me."