SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The ground was soaked in blood—none of it his own.

Kent stood at the center of a wasteland filled with the remains of beasts from every corner of the realm. His chest heaved, his eyes burned gold, and steam curled from his skin where sweat met residual flame. For what felt like days, he had been hunted, ambushed, clawed, bitten, and buried under waves of savage creatures.

But he endured. No. He evolved.

Yet just as he took his next breath, the world around him went still.

No flame.

No growl.

Not even the hum of mana in the air.

And then—

Crack.

The faintest sound. A dry twig snapping behind him.

Kent’s body froze.

He slowly turned, eyes sharp, senses honed from every inch of the last trial. But there was nothing. No beast. No energy. No visible presence. Yet the hair on his neck rose, his skin crawled, and the air felt thick—as if he was being watched by something ancient.

Suddenly, the voice of the Sky Naga echoed through his mind, low and cryptic:

“The final phase of the Beast Surge… has begun.”

“This beast… is unseen. It has no name, no form, no sound. It was born from the instinct of every predator that has ever lived. You cannot fight it. You can only sense it… survive it… and become it.”

Kent’s heart pounded.

An invisible predator? No mana signature. No heat. No scent.

Only… presence.

And that presence was now hunting him.

Without warning, a deep cut appeared across his arm.

Kent jumped back, but it was too late—something slammed into him from the side, sending him flying into a jagged rock wall.

His bones screamed. Blood spilled from his lips.

He wiped it away with the back of his hand, crouching low.

No sound. No smell.

Only pressure.

That primal pressure that all beasts feel when they’re being watched by something higher on the food chain.

It wasn’t fighting him to kill him.

It was training him.

Every second for the next three days, Kent lived inside the belly of fear.

He slept in short bursts, back against the wall, eyes half-lidded, weapon always within reach.

It struck at random—sometimes when he rested, sometimes mid-sprint, sometimes when he dared to relax.

He bled.

He ran.

He crawled.

He hid.

But each time he survived… he became sharper.

His mind no longer processed threat through logic—it began to operate on raw instinct.

A tingle in his shoulder? Duck.

A gust of wind from the left? Roll right.

The scent of nothingness? Draw blood.

His beast sense bloomed.

His ears caught sound vibrations too faint for human range.

His skin detected air displacement from a dozen feet away.

His pupils dilated, seeing heat patterns in a colorless void.

By the second night, he didn’t sleep. He meditated, eyes open, heart still, body attuned to the rhythm of the predator’s hunt.

Then—

The final moment came. He was sitting cross-legged under a stone arch, breath shallow. He felt it. A whisper of movement, not even a breeze. Kent didn’t move.

He felt the beast creep behind him, silent as death.

Then—

Now.

In a single motion, Kent rolled forward, spun on one knee, and thrust his elbow backward into the empty space—

CRACK!!

A sound. A real sound. Something invisible reeled, knocked back. The air shimmered faintly.

Kent stood, eyes glowing, and said softly:

“I see you now.”

The predator lunged.

But it was too late.

Kent’s body moved with perfect precision—not from vision, but from instinct. He twisted around its neck, flipped onto its back, and drove his palm—glowing with Nirvanic flame—into where its spine should be.

A howl, distorted and primal, echoed through the void.

The invisible beast thrashed, buckled, and finally…

vanished.

Not as a corpse.

But as instinct absorbed.

Kent’s breath slowed.

No announcement.

No voice from the Sky Naga.

Only a silence that confirmed the truth.

He had passed.

But more than passed—he had transformed.

Kent no longer stood as a man shaped by magic or power.

He was now a predator who could walk unseen among beasts. One who no longer reacted, but felt. Who no longer feared the unknown—because the unknown now feared him.

And deep in his soul… a new light flickered.

The Beast Surge was over.

The voice of the Sky Naga returned, soft and distant like an echo from the soul:

“You have survived the surge. You have tasted instinct… and now, it is carved into your very spirit. You may not know it yet, but every breath, every twitch of your muscle, will now remember this storm forever.”

A soft glow wrapped around Kent’s body.

Beast will. Instinct. Reflex. All etched into his magus soul.

The prey had vanished. The predator was born.

The second trial… was complete.

“You have survived the storm of beast instincts… but the final trial is not a battle of flesh—it is a war of the soul.”

The golden eyes of the Sky Naga emerged once more in the void, ancient and unblinking.

“This is the Divine Heart Trial. It is the core of the Sacred Naga’s legacy. To get the memory fragment, you must overcome the most terrifying enemy of all—yourself.”

“Within the Divine Heart lies the echo of every decision, every doubt, every drop of blood that stains your soul. In this realm, you will see what you buried… not what you defeated. Memories… regrets… losses… betrayals…”

“Your past will rise.”

“Your fears will take form.”

“Every loved one you failed, every promise you broke, every moment you wished you could erase—will become real, before your very eyes.”

Kent stood still, the weight of her words anchoring his soul.

“And you will not fight them with sword or spell.”

“You will face them… with your heart.”

“The Naga was a Divine Warrior not because of its strength—but because it did not break before its own guilt. If you can endure the truth of yourself, you will awaken its legacy. If not… your soul will crumble before your body ever does.”

The golden eyes began to fade.

“Begin… when you are ready.”

And in the next breath, Kent’s world shattered—not outwardly, but inward—dragging him into the depths of his own buried pain. The Divine Heart Trial… had-begun.

“My Son, did you eat?” Madam Clark called out in soft, caring tone.

Kent who is now inside the Clark family home, turned his head in horror. He know what he is going to face!

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