Mage Legend
Chapter 113 - 36 episodes Prophecy_2

Chapter 113: 36 episodes Prophecy_2

The Troll Executioner rushed forward swiftly, and with combined efforts, several people pulled away the one who had fallen into madness.

"Look! These two people came to the Underdark together and were captured together. They have been living as slaves together and fighting together. But when one had a chance to survive while the other did not, they became like this."

Vizren watched with interest the Dwarf, whose face had turned pale, and the bewildered Warrior, finally turning his gaze back to Lynch. The young Mage seemed unchanged from before witnessing this scene, his expression still very serious.

Vizren continued, "Both were just sentenced to death. The Executioner is walking toward them, yet they do not resist. Why is that? Because they know that on the road to death, they have the company of the person beside them, and they are not alone. When another person shares the same fate, even if that fate leads to death or extinction, they can accept it with peace of mind. The reason is simple: they are not the only ones suffering."

"One of them was pardoned and won’t die today, so the other has to embark on the journey alone. If two sheep were waiting together for the slaughter and suddenly found that one would not be killed today, the other sheep would bleat happily, thrilled that at least one could survive."

"But we are not like that — by ’we,’ I mean not only humans or Dwarfs but also we Drow Elves — faced with seeing someone who should share our misfortune escape it, they feel anger, jealousy, betrayal. Look, that guy’s body is so strong, just a moment ago he could hardly stand; look, his arms are so powerful, yet just now he couldn’t stabilize his companion; look, his voice is so loud, so frenzied, so full of power, though just now he couldn’t even say farewell to his friend."

"All just because someone beside him, moments ago, got the chance to live."

"A chance only to continue living as a slave, in Ratris City, in this city of the Underdark, miserably..."

Lynch looked at the old Mage, surprised by his sudden verbosity. As he observed Vizren, he couldn’t discern any of the typical wickedness of the Dark Elves. This Mage, who had lived for at least a millennium, seemed simply a man of compassion, and if it weren’t for his dark skin, Lynch thought he even resembled his mentor, Caso.

The madman was pulled away, yet he continued to struggle fiercely within the Troll’s grip. A nearby Bear Goblin knocked him unconscious, bringing the situation under control.

"I only come to the arena when there’s a possibility of witnessing such a spectacle; every visit feels different."

"Take a close look, watch the final outcome of the one to be beheaded. Listen to the sounds of the arena now, hear the frantic calls for his execution. This time, there’s no goblin stirring up trouble."

Kafus, nearly strangled, staggered out of the duel arena with the support of two Bear Goblins. He did not glance back at his combat partner — not even a final look before death.

Beheading is a simple process; as long as the posture of the condemned is set, it’s a matter of one swift stroke to end it.

"Okay, the show has ended. Mr. Lynch..." Vizren settled back into his seat, "There’s no need to be surprised. I know all three of your names. Your actions are meant to draw attention or create intimidation. It’s not unusual for me to have informants in this city."

"Yes, Mage Vizren, I agree with what you have said," Lynch comforted the frightened Dwarf, "But what does this have to do with us?"

"I am a Mage proficient in Prophecy Magic, and my Magic Ability dates back to when the Great Arcanists were still alive. Fortunately, I utilized the Magic Network, avoiding the disaster that annihilated all the Great Arcanists."

"Lynch, you are young, but you already possess considerable Spell ability, even surpassing me in certain aspects. I know well where your Magic Abilities come from. The skill to recharge Magic Items quickly, I’ve seen many times in my youth."

"But you probably don’t understand the consequences this skill might bring. You are not the only one in the world with this ability. To my knowledge, at least one other person exists," Vizren took a sip from a glass of water, "I don’t know who those people are, but I’ve found you now. No matter how you rediscovered this ability, I must tell you to maintain a calm heart."

"Because this power is vast enough, it can devour you..."

Lynch frowned, looking at the Mage who claimed to have lived since the age of the Great Arcanists: "I still don’t understand what you’re saying..."

"I am saying, when one day, you become accustomed to this immense power — even though it’s nothing right now. You get used to the feeling of being above all, accustomed to the ability to control everything, and then find someone else also holds such power, will you become mad, jealous, angry? Moreover, in my youth, there were many Great Arcanists; now, there are none."

"So, I want to advise you a few words. Even if we hadn’t met today, I would tell you these words at some point. I have seen too much; I even witnessed the entire genesis of the Drow Elves, how they came to this underground, and how they became what they are now..."

"But aren’t you a Drow Elf yourself?" Lynch said, "I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say."

"Indeed, the future I see is quite vague, but I have seen a person, that person will sow the seeds of terror in the whole Anriel World, a person possessing the power of the Great Arcanist." Vizren gently tapped the crystal glass in his hand, "I do not know if that person is you or someone else. But based on the previous situations, the terror should not spread from you."

"We Dark Elves chose darkness, but that person seeks to destroy the light." Vizren smiled, "Don’t you think that if I weren’t of dark skin, I would be more like a Great Sacrificial Rite of the Light God Pate, and a rather verbose one at that?"

"I have seen too much, and I have made countless prophecies. So my life is nearing its end, and I don’t want to meddle in these affairs anymore. Whatever you do in Ratris City, I couldn’t care less. But I must say, Lynch, be cautious with the power in your hands."

"It shall either begin with you, or end with you..."