CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER93-THE REJECTED MAGE TOWER INHERITANCE

Lilith stared at the ring in her hand, blinking softly.

There was no trace of the ecstasy the phantom had expected—only a flicker of hesitation.

"Do I... have to accept it?"

"Huh!?"

The phantom froze.

He had imagined refusal, yes—but never this kind of calm, almost troubled rejection!?

The Human Mage Tower—once the sacred place countless mages had dreamed of joining—was now being dismissed so casually?

In his vision of the future, the one who accepted the Tower’s inheritance should have undergone a final trial to prove their worth.

Yet now, the girl before him seemed utterly uninterested in his so-called legacy.

The realization left him momentarily at a loss.

A wordless sense of melancholy welled up in his chest.

Just then—

The Holy Sword in Lilith’s hand began to tremble urgently, its blade pointing toward the depths of the hall.

The phantom instantly caught that detail, and the light of renewed hope flashed in his eyes.

"Ah... I see now."

"The Holy Sword isn’t complete. It yearns to reclaim the power it once lost within this place."

He looked at Lilith, his tone deepening.

"Back then, to ensure the Mage Tower could continue to function after the Prophet’s departure, we had no choice but to seal a portion of the Holy Sword’s core power here—as the Tower’s energy source."

"It seems now that it wishes to return to its full form."

Lilith lowered her head, sensing the Holy Sword’s urgent longing, then looked up again at the phantom’s hopeful yet nervous expression.

Finally, she sighed lightly.

"All right."

She spread her hands helplessly.

"For the sake of the Holy Sword becoming whole again, I’ll take your inheritance."

A smile of profound relief blossomed across the phantom’s face.

Without further hesitation, he solemnly extended the ring toward her.

The instant Lilith’s fingers brushed the ring—

WOMMM—!

The entire Mage Tower began to quake violently!

A pillar of silver light, imbued with supreme authority, burst from the Tower’s summit—

Piercing through every barrier and shooting into the heavens, dyeing the starry sky in magnificent silver radiance!

At that moment—

Every powerful being across the realm, especially those ancient monsters who had long slumbered since the Age of Myths, all lifted their eyes to the heavens in alarm.

"This is... the Prophet’s aura!?"

"Impossible!!"

In a secret realm of the Elemental World, a deep voice rumbled in disbelief.

Meanwhile, in a hidden valley of the Sakend Plane—

Yelchin stood facing an elderly human mage whose eyes had grown dim. His voice was grave.

"Malcolm, when the Mage Tower fell, we paid a terrible price."

"But now, we have a new hope. A new force is rising—one that may yet bear the glory of our race!"

"Do you truly wish to let the Prophet’s wisdom fade forever? Do you not wish to avenge our debt of blood against the Clawclash Empire?"

The mage called Malcolm gave a weary smile and shook his head.

"Revenge?"

"Heh... Yelchin, let it go."

"The era of the Mage Tower and humankind has long ended. Even our glory lies buried in the dust of ages."

Seeing the hopelessness in his old companion’s eyes, Yelchin’s heart sank with disappointment.

Over the years, he had persuaded many surviving members of the three great factions to at least travel to Dalton and see for themselves.

But this man—once the Tower Master’s most trusted aide—his stance carried great weight.

"...Hah."

Yelchin sighed, turning to leave and make other plans—

When suddenly, a colossal pillar of silver light pierced the heavens, suffused with a familiar, overwhelming power!

Yelchin spun around, his pupils contracting sharply.

"This aura... the core inheritance of the Mage Tower has been reactivated!?"

"The Prophet’s power... has returned to the world!?"

At his side, the once-lifeless Malcolm trembled violently.

The cloudiness vanished from his eyes, replaced by a sharp, blazing light.

A torrent of long-suppressed energy erupted from his body—reaching half-step Sanctuary Radiance Rank!

"The Prophet... the Prophet hasn’t abandoned us!!"

He trembled all over, his voice breaking with exhilaration.

Then, laughter—wild and unrestrained—burst from his lips.

"The inheritance of the Mage Tower lives on! Humanity still has hope!"

Moments later, he turned abruptly, gripping Yelchin’s arm with renewed vigor and a grin that shone with long-lost vitality.

"Hey, old friend, I’ve changed my mind!"

"That Dalton you mentioned—still accepting members?"

Yelchin looked into the rekindled fire in his comrade’s eyes and smiled from the heart.

"Of course, Malcolm. Welcome home."

Deep within the Human Mage Tower—

The silver light finally subsided.

The ring on Lilith’s hand gleamed softly, exuding a warm glow.

A vast tide of knowledge flowed gently into her mind—like waves lapping upon a calm shore.

At the same time, she clearly sensed a colossal energy deep within the Tower—one sharing the same origin as the Holy Sword, vast as the Starsea—awaiting reunion.

The phantom had grown faint, his form almost transparent, yet his expression brimmed with fulfillment.

"Go now, new Master of the Mage Tower."

"Go to the Core Sanctuary and reclaim the Holy Sword’s lost power."

His voice carried the weight of a final blessing.

"This Tower shall heed your will. May the Prophet’s wisdom guide the path ahead!"

He bowed slightly before fading from sight.

"Lilith, how do you feel?"

Elarielle stepped forward with concern.

Lilith clenched her fists, sensing the surge of new strength and knowledge within.

A radiant smile spread across her face.

"It feels like I just got a massive new library, and—"

She tapped her temple playfully, then looked toward a newly revealed passage at the end of the hall.

"I can tell—the thing the Holy Sword seeks is down there."

Reize tightened his grip on his weapon, his tone serious.

"Then let’s not waste time. The sooner we retrieve it, the fewer the complications."

Lilith nodded and took the lead down the passage.

Elarielle and Reize followed close behind, while Fiona peeked her small dragon head out, sniffing curiously at the air heavy with magic.

None of them knew—the storm ignited by that pillar of light outside the ruins had only just begun.

Countless eyes—greedy, fearful, reverent—had already turned toward the ancient Mage Tower that had slumbered for millennia and now, once again, revealed a divine miracle.

And far away, in the depths of the Starsea—

Within the territory of the Clawclash Empire, a colossal black fortress larger even than Starborn itself loomed in silence.

A pair of eyes—burning with endless destructive will—slowly opened, gazing toward the Sakend Plane.

An icy thought echoed through the darkness:

"The Prophet’s aura...?"

"Find it. Destroy it. No anomaly is permitted to obstruct the Empire’s advance."

"By your command, my lord!"

Following the Holy Sword Excalibur’s ever-intensifying pull, the trio descended a spiraling staircase paved in starlight.

The walls were alive with flowing arcane runes, each line depicting an epic from a lost age.

Fiona’s small dragon form stretched in delight beneath the dense waves of magical energy, letting out a pleased purr.

"The energy here almost rivals Dalton’s outer districts! Not bad!"

Her golden eyes sparkled with wonder.

After all, she had never been anywhere that could compare to Dalton’s absurdly dense magical field.

In her mind, even a pig thrown into Dalton might spontaneously awaken its magical potential!

For this place to reach even a third of that intensity—it was already astonishing.

(Sorry for misuploading of the next Chapter, it should be Chapter 94 but i mistake it with Chapter 96, the real Chapter 94 is the next next one.

But rest assure, no duplicated Chapters is uploaded, only mistakes in the Chapter order.

Sorry for the inconvenience in your reading, I can’t change the order of premium Chapters, so clarifying it here is all what I can do)