Chapter 710: The Rector’s Shadow
With a soft ball of sky-blue mana as lighting, Adam glanced at the portrait of the charming author—especially on the golden coat of arms emblazoned on his chest. It resembled an aquamarine-scaled creature, as long as the Jin Long sect’s guardian, coiled around a crown of pink mana. But that alone caused his brow to furrow.
How could a magical beast from the cultivation realm be featured as the coat of arms of an ancient mage house? Somehow, it felt wrong for many reasons, the first being the message of hope left by the very author, who called this realm foreign.
He had begun to consider whether mages had lived in hiding for millennia or whether their discipline only gained prominence around fifteen thousand years ago. Yet, he could tell the blond man had been a powerful archmage.
His eyes narrowed on the pink jewel crowning the cane. ’A tier eight gem, refined and enchanted as well as I can...’ He sighed through his twisted lips. ’That’s not true. It’s better than anything I can currently do. That man should have been a magus.’
He scratched his head. ’Where did he—do they all come from? The magi of the magic world have reigned for millennia, so they must be from another world, one I don’t know...’
With a deep exhale, he shook his head. Overthinking without even the first piece to complete the puzzle was time wasted. Hopefully, he’ll find his first lead—and learn when the man lived—inside the grimoire.
Skipping the message, he reached the Author’s story. Unlike Pablo’s, words snaked on five pages for this one, which was understandable, as the grimoire was the key to resurrecting House Reverie’s legacy.
Words came to life under the flickering mana, recounting a long forgotten story; a story that wasn’t meant to be learned; the story of Alistair Reverie.
"Dearest descendants, I’m elated that at least one of you awakened his bloodline. You are now the head and hope of House Reverie. But first, you must understand who we are and where all mages come from."