SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Sea Ancestral Temple…

The Naga princess caught the jade slip before it even formed fully. Curiosity filled in her eyes as she carefully read every single word sent by her grand father.

“So, you’ve finally appeared… my Storm-Bringer.” She was in trance for a long time. After thinking about what she must do from now, she made up her mind and rushed towards the treasury.

Without waiting for ceremony, Nyara ascended the Jade Whale Steps that led to the Inner Treasury of Naga Clan, where only the royal bloodline could tread. Coral guards bowed. Pearls parted. And before her rose the Life Rebirth Pill, encased in a clamshell of gold. It glowed faintly with the aura of ancient sea dragons, containing the essence to reverse death for a single soul—a pill so sacred it had not been touched in seven thousand tides.

Just as her fingers clasped around the pill, a tidal surge shook the chamber.

“Stop, Nyara.”

From the obsidian archway, Prince Varun, her elder brother and the Heir of the Naga Throne, stepped forward. His trident hummed with the wrath of the sea, eyes flashing like stormlight.

“That pill was left by the First Naga Ancestor. It’s not to be used for a gamble. I also received message from grand father. This ‘Kent’—he’s no one! A name from a dream? Are you truly willing to throw away our divine inheritance for a stranger?”

Nyara didn’t flinch. Her sea-blue hair fluttered like silk in the water. She turned, clutching the pill to her chest.

“Brother, the sea does not question where it flows—it follows its tide.”

“This is no tide. It is madness.”

“Then let it be madness,” she said firmly. “I will not ask for permission to follow what I know in my soul. I am a daughter of the sea, not its prisoner.”

Her voice rang through the water, cutting even the ancestral pressure. Pearls in the walls trembled. The ancient corals pulsed, reacting to her will.

Varun’s grip tightened on his trident, but in her gaze, he saw not rebellion—but destiny.

“You always did chase storms,” he whispered.

“And you always watched them pass,” she replied.

Without waiting for consent, Princess Nyara swam upward, her form streaking through the ocean like a comet of azure flame, breaking through barriers, ignoring the court’s protests, vanishing into the distant sky with the Life Rebirth Pill in hand.

–

Three days had passed…

Within the sacred cavern of the Mystic Sky Antelopes, where mist flowed like gentle rivers and ancient trees whispered their prayers, Kent still lay unmoving upon the glowing stone altar.

Though the antelopes’ sacred breath had healed his torn flesh and restored shattered bones, his spirit core and meridian channels remained dangerously cracked, fragile as broken porcelain.

Without restoration of the inner pathways, Kent could never rise again.

The golden-scaled dragon Sparky curled in a dim corner of the cave, his enormous body shivering in silence. His eyes, once gleaming with lightning and mischief, now dimmed with sorrow. His long tail was wrapped around Kent’s bloodstained chariot, which had cracked during the fight—a symbol of their bond and Kent’s will.

Beside Sparky, the Azure Fox twin sisters kept their heads low, whimpering in faint cries. Even the mischievous Stone-Eating Badger, usually the first to steal glowing fruits, sat quietly, chewing nothing, eyes red-rimmed.

No beast dared disturb the healing circle. They waited for Kent to wakeup.

They prayed.

And they mourned.

Above the dense forest and hidden canopy, the sky stirred. Clouds parted under a surge of divine power as a majestic chariot sculpted from oceanic jade streaked across the sky, pulled by two enormous blue-scaled sea wyverns.

The chariot stopped mid-air, descending near a lone, floating figure clad in black—an ancient silhouette against the blue heavens.

The Naga old man turned, his face grim, brows furrowed with restrained fury.

“You took your time,” he said coldly, voice echoing like crashing waves. “What stopped you, girl?”

The young woman stepped out from the chariot. Princess Nyara, dressed in a flowing sea-silk robe that shimmered like the ocean surface at dawn, gave a cold bow. Her long aqua-blue hair billowed in the wind, eyes full of resolve and fatigue.

“Forgive me, Grandfather,” she said. “My brother… resisted. He sealed the Life Rebirth Pill, claiming we could not waste such a treasure on a human.”

The old man clenched his teeth, thunder rolling faintly in the heavens. “Fool! That ‘human’ bears the dragon scales! He carries the mark! The Sea God’s inheritance will rot in silence without him!”

He didn’t wait. Grabbing the princess’s wrist, he vanished into a gust of wind.

Within the Mystic Sky Antelope’s sacred cavern, sudden changes happened. The mist trembled. All beasts turned their heads upward.

Then, a burst of lightning flashed in front of the entrance, shaking the roots of the mountain. Two figures appeared—one exuding the aura of a powerful being; the other young, composed yet anxious.

Sparky’s eyes snapped open. He stood protectively in front of Kent, his scales flaring. His wings spread wide, and with a deafening snarl, he roared—launching a stream of blue-gold dragon flame directly toward the intruders.

“STAND DOWN!” came a voice like a god’s decree.

With nothing but his index finger, the Naga old man stopped the roaring flames mid-air. The attack froze in place, then dissolved into particles.

Sparky stood stunned, panting.

The old man stepped forward, not hostile, but commanding. “We come to save him,” he said as his sleeve parted and revealed a crystalline pill, glowing with inner storms and wrapped in violet mist.

The Life Rebirth Pill.

The Mystic Sky Antelope Matriarch emerged, her eyes locking with the old man’s. No words needed to be spoken. The aura of the pill alone spoke of its authenticity—an artifact that could mend spirit and soul, a pill only found once in centuries.

The Matriarch stepped aside.

“Administer it,” she said softly.

Princess Nyara knelt beside Kent. She froze for a second after seeing his naive looking face. She controlled her senses and gently lifted his head and placed the pill between his pale lips. As the pill dissolved, a wave of violet starlight surged through Kent’s body.

His body convulsed once.

Then again.

A faint golden glow returned to the cracks in his meridians. His breathing deepened. The golden dragon scales flickered on his chest, and his fingers twitched.

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