CHAPTER 229: FIGHTING OVER THE RELIC

High Mage Elena Starweaver appeared in a cascade of golden light mere yards from the mysterious structure, her pseudo-archmage magic creating ripples of pure radiance that made the very air shimmer with power.

Her pristine white robes fluttered despite the absence of strong winds, maintained by subtle light magic that enhanced her already imposing presence.

Her green eyes immediately fixed on the building with a mixture of fascination and cautiousness. This was clearly some form of ancient magical construct—possibly a relic from the unified kingdom’s golden age that could tip the balance of their decades-long conflict.

Finally, she thought with satisfaction, an opportunity to claim something of real power for the light.

But her moment of triumph was immediately soured by the nauseating sensation of shadow magic polluting the area around her.

Shadow Mage Kael Walker emerged from a pool of living darkness that seemed to devour light itself, his pseudo-archmage abilities allowing him to travel through shadows. His midnight-black robes wrapped around him in complete contrast to Elena’s.

The two pseudo-archmages spotted each other simultaneously, their expressions changing from interest to immediate hostility as prejudices overrode their curiosity about the building.

"Kael Walker," Elena spat with disgust that transcended mere personal dislike. "I should have expected shadow-corrupted filth to slither out of whatever hole you call home the moment something of value appears."

"Elena Starweaver," Kael replied with silky malice. "Still playing with petty lights while real magic reshapes the world around you. How... predictable."

Both mages circled each other with wariness, neither willing to approach the mysterious shop while the other remained present. The magical energies radiating from their presence began interacting in dangerous ways. Light and shadow magic creating unstable fluctuations that made the air itself crackle with power.

"This relic belongs to the righteous," Elena declared with absolute conviction in her words, raising her staff as light began gathering around its apex. "Whatever power lies within will be used to purify this realm of shadow corruption once and for all."

"Belong to the righteous? Purify the shadow?" Kael laughed with genuine amusement at her presumption that he found absurd. "You light-blinded fool. This is clearly a manifestation of true shadow magic. The kind your pathetic order that has spent centuries trying to suppress. It will serve the superior elven race as was always intended."

Neither mage had bothered to investigate whether the structure might be occupied. In their minds, the sudden appearance of such a building could only mean one thing—a dormant magical artefact or ancient relic had finally activated, possibly in response to the ongoing conflict between their kingdoms.

"Stand down, shadow rat," Elena commanded with authority that would have cowed lesser beings. "The light elves are the rightful heirs to all of Aethermoor’s magical heritage. Your corrupted kind forfeited any claim to power when you embraced the darkness."

"Rightful heirs?" Kael’s voice dropped to a whisper that carried more menace than any shout. "Your ancestors were weaklings who clung to primitive light magic while ours mastered the true forces that govern the night. This relic will recognise its proper masters."

The tension between them reached critical mass as both pseudo-archmages prepared for combat that would determine who gained first access to whatever treasures the mysterious building contained.

Elena raised her staff higher, and the golden light surrounding her intensified into something approaching miniature sunlight. "Last warning, shadow worm. Withdraw, or face the purifying might of eternal radiance."

"How adorable," Kael murmured, shadows beginning to writhe around him like living serpents. "The light-drunk pretender thinks her parlor tricks can match dark magic. Allow me to educate you about real power."

Neither combatant noticed that inside the magical artefact they spoke of, a human, a succubus, and a golden mane lion existed. Their focus remained entirely on each other and the potential magical prizes they assumed lay within the unguarded structure.

"For the glory of the Sunward Territories!" Elena shouted, unleashing a concentrated beam of light magic that could have melted through solid stone.

"For the supremacy of shadow!" Kael responded, creating a barrier of living darkness that absorbed her attack while launching tendrils of corrupted energy toward her position.

The battle erupted with the intensity that only pseudo-archmage-level magic could produce. Hence, the reason why both kingdoms only sent pseudo-archmage powers. Had they both sent an archmage, which they both had in numbers, a large battle would have erupted, and its effects could have caused an all-out war.

Light and shadow clashed in displays of power that sent shockwaves through the neutral zone, each spell carrying enough energy to level buildings or reshape landscapes.

Golden radiance warred against consuming darkness as two of the most powerful elves in Aethermoor fought for the right to claim what they assumed was an ancient artefact of immense power.

Inside the shop, Noah watched the magical duel through his windows without any concern over the property damage their fight might cause to his newly relocated shop.

He knew very well that his shop wouldn’t be affected by even archmage powers, let alone pseudo-archmage powers.

"Well," he said to Lola with dry humour, "I think we’ve found our first customers. Though they seem more interested in destroying each other than shopping."

Lola observed the pseudo-archmage level combat with interest. "Classic elven arrogance. They’re so busy hating each other that they haven’t even bothered to investigate what they’re fighting over."

Leo padded over to join them at the window, his cute, round eyes analysing the magical energies being thrown around outside. Should we let them know we’re here, Father? Or wait for them to finish trying to beat each other?

"Let’s see how this plays out," Noah decided. "I’m curious whether they’ll actually investigate the shop before or after they exhaust themselves fighting over it."

The battle raged on, with neither pseudo-archmage gaining a decisive advantage while the simple truth of the situation remained completely unknown to both combatants.

Both kingdoms kept Archmage-class warriors on standby. For now, they relied on pseudo-archmage forces to avoid sparking an all-out war. But neither side would hesitate to unleash a true Archmage if it meant halting the other’s advance.