All Chapters of Rise of The Greatest Mage of all Times : Chapter 81
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Chapter 81— “The Arch-Traitor”
Smoke and dust choked the streets of the Mage Guild’s capital, a city once pristine now fractured by Kael’s first strike. From the ridge overlooking the central spire, Kael surveyed the destruction. The Circle of Ash had dismantled the Guild’s outer defenses, but the true prize remained—the central tower, a black monolith brimming with the imprisoned mages, many bound to relics that drained their very essence. “Kael,” Lira said, her voice tight with determination, “the inner wards are… unlike anything we’ve faced. They pulse with suppressed Aether, almost alive.” Kael nodded, his Aetherblade humming in response. “We’ve broken their strength outside; now we shatter the chains within. Every mage here is a voice silenced by fear. Today, they speak again.” The Circle of Ash spread across the ruined cityscape, blending shadows, wind, and elemental magic to mask their approach. Kael felt the pulse of the Aetherheart resonate stronger than ever, feeding off the determination of the rogue
Chapter 82—- “Chains of Light”
The central square of Eldoria’s capital had become a war-torn theater of chaos. Spires smoldered, streets cracked under the weight of clashing magics, and the sky itself shimmered with distortions from countless unleashed relics. Kael stood at the heart of the devastation, the Aetherblade humming with radiant energy, its pulse resonating with his own. Across the square, the Mage Guild’s champion—Archmage Darius—emerged, cloaked in robes of obsidian and crimson, the air around him warping as his presence bent reality. Lira’s voice cut through the roar of battle. “Kael! He’s using the Core of Shadows. Every step he takes tears at the city itself!” Kael’s eyes narrowed, the Aetherheart inside him flaring as he drew in the pulse of the liberated mages from the Circle of Ash. “Then we give him a light he cannot resist.” Darius raised his hands, summoning a storm of dark runes that spiraled outward like a cyclone of night. Each rune hissed with intent, siphoning life force from the very
Chapter 83— “The Guild’s Full Retaliation”
The horizon burned red as dawn broke over Eldoria. Smoke from the remnants of the central tower still curled into the sky, casting twisted shadows over the shattered streets. But this morning’s light carried no peace—it carried the promise of vengeance. From the spires of the Mage Guild’s stronghold, massive banners unfurled, black as obsidian with silver sigils that shimmered with forbidden magic. Kael, standing at the forefront of the Circle of Ash, observed the horizon with narrowed eyes. Hundreds—no, thousands—of mages, relic-born soldiers, and battle constructs poured from the Guild’s citadels like a tide of darkness ready to drown the rebellion. Lira’s grip tightened on her twin daggers, infused with Aetherlight, her eyes reflecting both awe and anxiety. “Kael… they’ve brought everything. Every strike force, every mercenary, every relic mage. They’ve… they’ve mobilized everything against us.” Kael’s lips pressed into a thin line, his gaze sweeping across the vast army. “Then
Chapter 84— “The Phoenix Pact” — “Ashes of Despair”
After the near-catastrophic battle with the Mage Guild, Kael stands amidst the smoldering ruins of the battlefield. The Circle of Ash is battered, and Lira tends to the wounded. Kael’s exhaustion is profound; every Aether-infused spell has drained him to the limits of mortality. A faint warmth calls to him from the horizon. A glow pierces the twilight, unworldly and impossibly radiant. Kael follows instinct, walking through smoke and shattered stone, until he reaches a crater where the air shimmers with raw magic. From the center of the light, a magnificent bird erupts in flames—the Phoenix of Dawn, a divine beast of rebirth and fire. Its wings burn like molten gold, and its eyes glow with ancient wisdom. Every beat of its wings sends sparks dancing across the battlefield, and Kael feels the pulse of a power far beyond anything he has known. The Phoenix speaks—not with words, but with vibration through the Aetherheart. Its voice resonates in Kael’s bones: “Bearer of the Runeblood,
Chapter 85 — “The Final Convergence”
The March to the Heart” The morning sun breaks over the horizon, illuminating the shattered lands surrounding the Mage Guild’s central towers. Smoke rises from the outer defenses, and the distant rumble of arcane engines echoes like war drums. The Circle of Ash stands assembled atop a ridge, their banners fluttering in the wind. Kael, atop a rising thermic current, the Phoenix of Dawn circling above, surveys the battlefield. “Today ends this,” Kael says, voice steady but low, carrying over the assembled mages. Lira rides at his side, eyes scanning for threats. Around them, the Circle sharpens weapons, channels spells, and readies elemental wards. Every member knows that failure here is oblivion—not just for themselves, but for every mage and village the Guild has oppressed. The Guild’s towers rise like jagged teeth into the sky, crackling with dark Aether, protected by wards, sentinels, and battalions of elite relic mages. A pulse from the towers distorts the air, causing spells to
Chapter 86— “The Return of the Voidborn”
The streets of Eldoria were unusually silent, as if the city itself were holding its breath. Even the wind seemed cautious, drifting lazily across shattered banners and cobblestones cracked from the Mage Guild’s final assault. News of Kael’s victory had reached every corner — the destruction of the Guild, the liberation of imprisoned mages, and the legend of the Wandering Magus who had wielded the Aetherheart against them. Yet Kael’s steps carried neither triumphal swagger nor arrogance; they were measured, deliberate. Each footfall resonated with power, the faint golden pulse of the Aetherheart echoing in the very stones beneath him. Ahead loomed the massive doors of the royal mage hall, blackened slightly from age and neglect, but still bearing the sigil of his family. Kael paused at the threshold. Memories flooded him: the laughter of apprentices mocking him, the cold scorn in his father’s eyes when the Aether Resonance Test had betrayed him, the weight of the word “voidborn” that
Chapter 87– “The Dawn of the Circle”
The early light of Eldoria’s dawn broke over the city like molten gold, spilling across the rooftops and glinting off the spires that had once housed the Mage Guild’s hierarchy. From the central tower, Kael stood at the balcony, the Aetherheart still pulsing faintly at his chest, casting a gentle glow over his armor and robes. Around him, the remnants of the Circle of Ash — mages liberated from the Guild’s prisons — moved purposefully, organizing resources, training fields, and magical wards. The air carried the scent of incense, heated metal, and the faint tang of raw Aether, signaling that transformation had begun. Kael’s gaze swept the courtyard below. He could feel the pulse of magic in the city, the fragile energy of hope woven through the terrified yet determined hearts of Eldoria’s people. This is what it means to lead, he thought. Not to dominate, not to conquer, but to guide, to forge a legacy that even gods might respect. He had defeated the Guild, but defeating them had be
Chapter 88– “The Awakening of the Gods”
The sun had barely risen over Eldoria, painting the towers of the newly rebuilt Mage Academy in gold and silver. Students and apprentices scurried through courtyards, carrying stacks of spellbooks and glowing sigils, eager to witness the hands-on lessons of Kael, the Arch-Traitor turned Archmage. The air vibrated with potential, alive with the pulse of magic that Kael had fought decades to reclaim. Kael stood at the head of the grand training hall, observing a circle of young mages channeling elemental flows through runes he had crafted himself. His gaze was steady, calculating, but beneath it lay a rare sense of peace — a fleeting luxury he had earned only through the fire of survival and the ashes of war. Beside him, Lira oversaw the students’ progress, her hands weaving strands of Aether to stabilize unstable conjurations. She had grown into her role effortlessly, the wisdom Kael had imparted shining in her every movement. “Focus on the flow, not the force,” Kael instructed, his
Chapter 89 — “The Awakening of the Divine”
The sky above Valenor cracked like porcelain. Jagged streaks of blinding light tore across the heavens, scattering clouds into fragments of molten gold. Kael stood at the summit of the Mage Guild’s shattered central tower, the air thrumming with the aftermath of his victory. The streets below, littered with the remnants of a thousand mages’ ambitions, lay silent. Smoke curled from toppled spires, and rivers of molten Aether fire traced the Guild’s defeat. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to breathe in relief, the war’s weight lifting from Kael’s shoulders. But then the ground shuddered. Not from rubble or battle, but from something far older, something immense. A vibration thrummed through his veins, resonating with the Aetherheart embedded in his soul, the Runeblood Core, the Phoenix Pact’s fire—it was a resonance far beyond mortal scale. His blood froze. He knew this tremor, this pulse… the gods had awakened. The first sign came in a searing column of light descending from the re
Chapter 90– “Trial of the Divine Flame”
The air above the shattered Guild towers vibrated with the tremors of awakening gods. The sky was a living tapestry of molten gold and violet streaks, and the Phoenixfire within Kael’s veins pulsed in response. The battlefield lay quiet, but Kael felt it—an undercurrent of judgment, scrutiny, and impossible expectation. Elandra’s luminous form hovered before him, eyes like molten starlight, her presence radiating a calm yet inexorable pressure. “You stand at the threshold, Kael,” she said, her voice echoing through the remnants of the Guild’s citadel. “Your mortal victories matter little here. The divine tests all who claim power beyond their kind. To master the Aetherheart, the Phoenix Pact, and your Runeblood Core in tandem, you must first face the Trial of the Divine Flame.” Kael inhaled sharply, the heat of the Phoenix Pact coursing through him, coiling like serpents of molten fire. “What is the trial?” he asked, though the surge in the air already answered him. He could feel th