Mage Legend
Chapter 196: Episode 71 Divine Staff_3

Chapter 196: Episode 71 Divine Staff_3

Lynch suddenly jolted awake, realizing he had inadvertently drifted into deep thought, forgetting the circumstances around him. He brought the little angel to the empty tower level, cautiously holding the Prophetic Wand in his left hand: "Little Soka, I’m about to use a Divine Artifact, make sure to protect yourself."

Soka tilted their head, pondering for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, I must hide myself well! You can’t see me!" With a swish, the little angel’s figure completely vanished.

As long as one held that gemstone, unless they had the natural ability to see through Invisibility like Lynch, it was almost impossible to detect the angel’s presence. He began to chant the spell engraved on the wand with confidence.

White light filled the room, and Lynch’s voice grew increasingly louder, every word booming like thunder, turning the room as bright as daylight, with no darkness able to hide.

Lynch closed his eyes, his whole body trembling violently. His sweat poured like rain from his skin but was immediately evaporated by the intense heat emanating from the wand. The Refined Gold prosthetic holding the wand emitted wisps of white smoke, showing signs of melting under the extreme heat.

With a snap, the wand was tossed to the floor with a crisp sound, and the brightness in the room immediately returned to normal levels. Lynch sat down on the ground, flames igniting on his Mage Robe.

"Create water!" Little Soka’s voice echoed in the mage’s ear as a light rain poured down on Lynch’s head. With a swirl of white mist, the flames and intense heat on the mage’s body were dispelled.

Lynch looked at his Refined Gold left hand, the part that held the wand now branded with many letters and symbols, the patterns originally on the Prophetic God Staff. The intense heat was undoubtedly the doing of the old mage Vizren; according to the Mage Association’s records, the Prophetic Wand should not have such destructive power. That Dark Elf Mage, adept in Magic Arrays, must have intended to kill him with this method.

"No wonder he tried so hard to get this wand into my hands, he must have feared being hurt by his own Magic Array!" Lynch still shuddered at the thought, knowing that if not for his habit of holding the Powerful Wand in his right hand, leaving the Prophetic Wand to the left, his body would have been reduced to ashes in the heat.

Although the old mage had set him up, Lynch did not come away empty-handed. By using the wand, he had quickly uncovered the answer he sought. He now knew the location of the "High-level Creation" arcane scroll.

The Prophetic Wand lay on the ground, its red-hot body gradually cooling back to its original state. Little Soka reappeared, tiptoeing over to the wand, watching it curiously.

"Soka, don’t touch..." Lynch’s words were cut off as he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his once burning insides suddenly encased in ice. His internal temperature plummeted, his blood on the brink of freezing. Along with the cold, a sensation of being electrocuted spread through his body. The mage immediately thought of the long-dormant Finder.

"Dispel!" clinging to his last sliver of consciousness, the mage cast the Spell on his own body. Originally intended to deal with the Summoned Creatures commonly used by Dark Elf Priests, now he had no choice but to use it on the spectral presence residing within him.

A Red Mist emerged, standing before Lynch. This mist had grown larger and more intense in color, with two black swirling eyes gazing at the mage.

"I finally remember..." a voice, distinct from Finder’s, echoed from the Red Mist.