SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

In another chamber of the temple’s upper palace, light glowed from within—flickering with gold and red as dozens of elite Naga clan members sat in a circular chamber filled with wine and laughter.

At the center, leaning against coral-back chairs, Prince Varun swirled a cup of spiritual nectar lazily.

“So… the human boy is going into the Sea Beast Lair tomorrow?” he said with a smirk, lifting his goblet. “Let’s raise a toast.”

Some of the elders frowned, but most remained silent.

One of the younger advisors hesitated. “But Prince, Princess Nyara personally vouched for him. If he succeeds—”

Varun cut him off with a scoff. “If? That place devoured even our own Heaven Magi. Do you think some lower realm brat with shiny scales will make it out alive?”

The hall chuckled.

“Let him be devoured by the beasts. At least then, my sister won’t parade around with a human and stain the royal name.”

He raised the goblet higher, grinning.

They all drank—oblivious that the tides of fate cared little for court schemes.

—

The sun had not yet fully risen when Princess Nyara stood before Kent’s chamber.

She wore a silver battle dress adorned with shimmering water runes. Around her neck hung the Naga Medallion, pulsing softly with authority. Her expression was unreadable—part concern, part duty.

The doors to Kent’s chamber opened before she could knock.

Kent stood tall in dark silver-Blue battle robes, reinforced with sea-beast scales.

Strapped to his back was the massive Skull-Crusher Mace, and tucked in his belt was the curved black dagger Sana gifted him.

“You’re early,” Kent said with a faint smile.

“So are you,” Nyara responded, studying his expression. “You’re really going through with this.”

Kent didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he reached into his robes and pulled out a sealed jade slip, enveloped in faint blue light and marked with a talisman sigil that pulsed like a heartbeat.

“Take this,” he said, handing it to her.

Nyara looked at it, confused. “What is this?”

“A message,” Kent said. “It will unseal itself in one month’s time—if I do not return from the Sea Beast Lair.”

Her fingers gripped the slip tighter.

“Release this when time comes… I want this delivered to my people… the women I left behind. If fate ends here, they deserve to know how I died.”

Nyara’s gaze turned sharp. “Don’t talk like that. You’ll come back.”

Kent smiled, but there was a strange distance in his expression.

“Even stars fall, Nyara. But if I must fall, let it be deep enough to shake the sea.”

They stared at each other for a long moment. Then Nyara turned away, hiding the concern brewing in her heart.

“We leave in fifteen minutes. The teleportation array is being activated.”

As she stepped outside, she paused. “Are you ready?”

Kent nodded while staring at the Naga hood shaped teleportation array.

As they stopped on, both Kent and Nyara vanished. After few seconds, both of them appeared on a strange milk sea like island.

“It’s below this island, the lair waiting for you. This is the opening point.” Nyara finally spoke, voice calm but laced with reverence.

She raised the medallion and placed it on the ground. Its serpent-shaped inscriptions began to glow. The sea trembled.

From beneath the platform, the ground quaked. A hidden mechanism deep within the coral stone shifted with a guttural groan. Then, a massive circular gate emerged from the floor like a rising moon—made of jade-black sea iron, laced with glowing veins of mana.

Rings of light rotated around the gate’s edge. In its center was a single socket.

Nyara took a deep breath and placed a blood drop into the socket.

WHOOM—

The entire formation lit up. Ocean winds howled, and the sky above turned dim as a vortex formed above the lair entrance.

A deep rumble echoed across the sea, and the gate split open, revealing a dark tunnel of descending stairs. The air that poured from within was cold, ancient, and heavy—carrying the scent of blood, salt, and forgotten death.

“The medallion keeps the seal open for 13 days,” Nyara said. “After that… the lair closes on its own. If you’re still inside, you’ll be locked in for a full lifetime.”

Kent didn’t flinch.

Nyara bit her lower lip. “I will be here, waiting for you.”

Kent looked at her. “I won’t disappoint you.”

She reached out and touched his wrist gently. “You’re not just anyone, Kent. If you die here, I will lose more than just a warrior…”

He pulled away slowly, respectfully, and took a single step toward the gate.

“Then pray I come back.”

Without hesitation, Kent stepped through the gate.

The first thing he felt was the change in pressure—his lungs compressed slightly, as if the air was being squeezed from his body.

The stairs were spiraling downward, carved from petrified sea bones and lined with glowing water crystals. Each step vibrated faintly beneath his boots, like he was walking on the remains of a forgotten titan.

Water did not flood the tunnel, despite it leading far beneath the ocean. This was no natural passage. It was made through Primordial Magic, likely by the Naga Ancestor himself.

The deeper Kent went, the colder it became.

With every fifty steps, he passed ancient murals engraved on the walls—depicting towering sea serpents waging war against beasts that looked like whales with wings, kraken with gemstone eyes, and humans wielding strange weapons that could pierce the sky.

Kent paused briefly at one mural. It showed a dragon-like human—gold-scaled and regal—raising a trident toward the sea’s heart, while the Naga knelt around him in reverence.

“So… the prophecy wasn’t just words,” he muttered.

He exhaled slowly and kept walking.

An hour passed.

Still descending.

The path grew narrower. Coral vines began to appear—twisting along the steps, whispering in forgotten tongues. He ignored them. He had one goal: survive and prove himself.

At last, he reached a massive circular chamber—lit only by the glowing patterns on the walls and a single altar in the center.

He stopped, waiting for the beasts to attack him.

—

Far above, Nyara stood alone on the platform, her hand resting on the gate.

She stared at the dark path Kent had taken, her expression unreadable.

“Don’t die…” she whispered to herself.

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