Chapter 151: Chapter 151 - 144: Supreme Mage

The night descended, dark clouds pressing on the territory, as if even the air carried a hint of an oppressive weight.In the depths of the Mage Forest, the ancient tower stood silently at the edge of the woods.Pale moonlight barely broke through the thick clouds, casting a cold silver sheen over the tower.At the circular balcony atop the tower, Supreme Mage Oriolan stood with his hands behind his back.Even a few words would suffice to confirm that old friend's safety.But now, months had passed without a word."It's been too long, surely nothing's happened," Oriolan muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with an undeniable heaviness.He raised his right hand, and with his fingertips, slowly drew a simple circular magic array in the air, a faint blue-white light emerging."Come," he called softly.A moment later, twelve figures in gray robes arrived, kneeling on one knee before him, their silver masks glinting coldly in the magic light."Supreme."Their voices were low and solemn, melding with the night's darkness.Oriolan raised his hand, and a rough parchment map appeared in the air, marking the contours of the Northern Empire."Grand Mage Jurgen Locke has gone silent for months. You twelve will immediately head to the Northern Territory to find where he was last seen."His voice was calm but carried an almost sacred pressure."Yes!""Bring back everything. regardless of life or death, you must bring back the truth."In a flash of light, the twelve silver-faced mages disappeared soundlessly, leaving behind an eerie silence.The morning light filtered through the window, casting fragmented and hazy shadows indoors.The revelry of yesterday faded away, with the air still retaining the warmth of last night, so quiet you could almost hear each other's breathing.Louis slowly opened his eyes, instinctively glancing to his side.Sif was curled up in his arms, her silver-white hair scattered messily on the pillow, her pale cheeks showing a hint of fatigue, her breathing steady and soft.His gaze paused slightly, noticing on that sleeping face, a tear still present at the corner of her eye.Louis gently lifted his fingertips and softly wiped away that tear."You've had it hard," he whispered, turning to sit up, skillfully lifting his hand.A semi-transparent light curtain emerged with a buzz in front of him, emitting an ice-blue glow.[Daily Intelligence Update Completed][one: Supreme Mage Oriolan Sol has dispatched twelve silver-faced mages to investigate the Northern Territory of the Ironblood Empire due to concerns over the disappearance of his friend, Grand Mage Jurgen Locke.][two: A large migration of two-headed bears is expected in seven days.][three: Mountain snow is melting faster, glacial streams surging, flooding Canglu Territory's settlement areas.]"Oriolan Sol?"