SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Crystalline Chamber of Silence…

In a hurry, Princess Nyara, walked beside her elder brother Varun. His frame was tall, regal, adorned in ocean jade armor, a short trident strapped to his back and an eternal chill glinting in his aquamarine eyes.

The hallway before them glowed with faint blue runes, and the temperature had suddenly dropped—a sign that something within the chamber had shifted.

They had sensed the divine barrier pulsing erratically, and that was a cause for alarm.

This chamber, guarded and sealed for over a decade, was the most sacred part of the Sea Ancestral Temple, even hidden from many within their clan. It lay adjacent to their private quarters—not by coincidence.

Within it slumbered the First Princess of the Naga Clan, Princess Neela, their elder sister, sealed within a cryo-coffin of crystalline moon ice, dreaming an unending dream as she recovered from a curse cast upon her a century ago.

But today… the sacred seal had fractured.

As they entered, the mist swirled with urgency. A trail of broken frost lay across the smooth crystal floor, and fragments of glowing crystal were scattered as if something had tried to gnaw them off. Runes flickered on the wall in unstable sequences. But the most striking sight was before the crystal coffin.

A single-eyed badger. Frozen in a perfect block of sea-ice.

It was mid-motion, clutching a glowing moon-crystal between its tiny claws. Its mouth agape in greedy glee… now locked in an expression of stunned horror.

And most shocking of all—the cryo-coffin was open. A fog of divine qi shimmered, and standing tall, her long silver-blue hair flowing like the tides, eyes half-opened but filled with ancestral majesty, stood Princess Neela, her bare feet resting lightly on the frost-covered tiles.

Her skin radiated a gentle glow. Her breath misted slightly in the cold air, and behind her—where her coffin once stood—was a fractured throne of moonstone.

She gazed at them, not yet fully awakened, her voice soft and cold.

“Who dares disturb the Tranquil Seal of Silence…”

Nyara bowed deeply, and her voice was filled with both awe and apology. “Elder Sister Neela… your rest was interrupted by an accident. We did not know this creature had slipped into the sanctum. Please forgive us.”

Varun clenched his fists tightly and stepped forward, fire and frost battling in his gaze.

“This is my mistake, Sister. I swear I will immediately find out who brought this audacious beast into the sacred palace grounds. And they shall pay a heavy price for this insult to your sacred rest.”

He walked toward the frozen badger, his killing intent rising. A blue aura of water blades swirled faintly around him.

Just as Prince Varun was going to unleash his attack, a faint flicker of flame illuminated the hallway.

A black-robed youth walked toward them, a gentle golden glow dancing over his palms. His expression was calm, though his robe was slightly damp from hurried movement. His long hair fluttered with each step. It was Kent.

Behind him, the thick sea mist parted as if respectfully giving way to him.

The moment he saw the scene—the frozen one-eyed badger sealed mid-theft, the shattered coffin, and the icy expressions of both the prince and Princess Nyara—Kent let out a long sigh.

“I was too late,” he murmured, stepping forward.

Nyara’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing. Varun’s gaze sharpened like a blade ready to strike.

Without hesitation, Kent walked past them, raising his palm. Flames sparked silently at his fingertips—Nirvanic Flame.

The golden flame surged forward, and in mere seconds, the thick ice around the badger began to hiss and vanish into mist. In its place, the slightly dazed and shivering badger blinked rapidly, clutching a few broken moon crystals inside its pouch.

Kent scooped the creature into his arms with a gentle slap to its back.

“You greedy beast,” he muttered, “why must you always chase shiny things?”

The badger hiccupped and buried its face in Kent’s robe, shivering not from the cold but likely from shame and fear.

Kent bowed slightly toward the three royals. “I apologize for the disturbance caused by my companion. He tends to lose control when he senses rare treasures. If anything valuable was broken or lost, I will offer compensation. Just allow me to take him and leave.”

He turned, hoping to slip away before tempers flared.

But he had underestimated the wrath of a Naga prince.

“Stop right there,” Varun’s voice thundered.

The entire hallway trembled, and his divine trident buzzed at his back. A wave of pressure surged forward, halting Kent in his tracks.

“Do you even know what your dumb pet did?” Varun’s voice cut through the air like crashing icebergs. “He disturbed the First Princess’s slumber. That alone is punishable by death under our ancestral laws.”

Kent clenched his jaw and turned back slowly.

“I said I will take responsibility. I don’t wish to cause conflict.”

Nyara gently stepped between the two, raising her hand. “Wait, Brother. Let me explain.”

Kent’s gaze moved to her, a trace of curiosity flickering beneath his calm exterior.

Nyara’s expression softened, but there was still a quiet storm in her eyes.

“My elder sister, Princess Neela, has been asleep for over a decade. Her soul is afflicted with a rare and painful internal disorder—one that causes her to suffer waking hallucinations, body corrosion, and divine qi imbalances. To ease her pain, she chose to enter suspended animation using the Moon Crystal Coffin, one of our clan’s divine artifacts.”

She turned toward the shattered crystal throne, her voice growing quiet.

“But now that it is broken… it cannot be remade. The coffin’s divine seal was tied to moonlight forged under a rare celestial phenomenon that won’t happen again for another thousand years.”

Kent lowered his gaze, but then stepped forward, his tone firm, calm, but respectful.

“I understand. That’s why I said sorry. I did not come here to make enemies. But I couldn’t leave my beast frozen either. He follows me by bond, not command. And—” he paused, glancing at the sleeping First Princess who now sat upright, observing him with open, curious eyes.

“If the princess permits, I may be able to help with her condition.”

Everyone stared at Kent.

Even the badger blinked in disbelief.

Varun looked ready to explode. “Arrogant! Even our divine healers have failed for a decade! You think you can—”

But his voice was cut short.

“Let him speak,” said Princess Neela, her voice as serene as a lake before a monsoon.

She had been quietly watching Kent all this time, her gaze drifting to the last embers of the Nirvanic flame that still danced around his palm. Her skin glowed faintly under the blue light of the runes. Her illness still lingered beneath the surface, but her tone was normal.

“Your flame… how did you melt the Moon Sea Crystal?”

Kent turned to face her directly. For a brief moment, he hesitated—not because he feared her, but because he sensed something strange in her aura. There were fluctuations in her spirit, like echoes of ancient power clashing with cursed energy.

“My flames… are not ordinary,” he replied at last. “They were born of Nirvana itself—refined in tribulation lightning and purified through death.”

Her eyes widened ever so slightly.

“A Nirvanic flame cultivator…” she whispered. “No wonder…”

Nyara stepped forward, confused. “Sister?”

Princess Neela looked at Kent again, more deeply now. Her lips curved into a faint smile, the first in years.

“You’re not lying. Your flame is divine in origin.”

Varun gritted his teeth. “Sister, we cannot trust an outsider. Even if he possesses sacred fire, this matter concerns your life. One mistake—”

Neela raised her hand again. “Little Brother. I know. But I also know pain.”

She turned to Kent.

“Tell me, healer. Can you truly treat what divine healers could not?”

Kent met her eyes with sincerity.

“I can try. I’ve walked paths of healing and learned many things on my own. I even healed the Naga ancestor who is suffering from Garuda residual energy. But I’ll need to see your condition closely. And you must trust me.”

For a moment, silence reigned.

And then—Neela smiled fully. “Very well.”

Varun shouted, “Sister!”

“Let him try. If fate stirred him into our world with a badger and a Nirvanic flame… then perhaps the oceans have already made their choice.”

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