SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

But then… Muni Naga walked to the final quiver — the smallest of the three.

It was thin, metallic, and shaped almost like an armored greave — built to attach to the side of the ankle or calf. Dark red in color with ancient glyphs carved deep into its sides.

“This one… you didn’t ask for.”

Kent blinked. “I… didn’t know I needed one.”

“That’s because no one talks about these,” Muni Naga said, eyes narrowing. “This is a Forbidden Quiver. Only carries seven arrows. Each one must be placed manually. And each arrow must be imbued with a forbidden or unstable spell.”

Kent crouched to examine it. The glyphs were dense and twisted — more primal than the elegant runes of the other two.

“I forged this for moments when nothing else works. For spells that gods would rather not be remembered.”

“It straps to your ankle and locks with spiritual recognition. A subtle command unlocks the hold. You fire from this when all reason fails.”

Kent exhaled slowly.

“Why seven arrows?”

“Because the eighth,” Muni Naga said solemnly, “will cause backlash.”

They shared a long silence.

Then Kent looked back at the three quivers. “How do I link them?”

Muni Naga gestured for Kent to sit and began the next lesson — one that would stretch across the day.

Using ink made from beast blood and windroot sap, Muni Naga etched three mirrored runes onto Kent’s shoulders and right thigh. Each rune connected with a different quiver — soul-link seals that allowed him to call or dismiss them at will.

The primary quiver would float magnetically across his back, binding to his shoulder blade when summoned.

The natural quiver could be slung at the hip or hidden within his spirit ring — it required no alignment to fire.

The forbidden quiver, however, required manual touch — a deliberate move of will. No accidents. No flukes.

“I want you to know each rune by heart,” Muni Naga said as he walked Kent through the Archanai sequence — a trigger rhythm to call and store arrows.

“These are not tools. They are decisions you wear on your body.”

Kent nodded, repeating the sequences aloud. His fingers moved through invisible air as he practiced drawing, loading, and redirecting quiver energy.

Then he paused, frowning thoughtfully.

“These mana stones in the natural quiver — if I plant them in a spiritual zone, will they grow stronger?”

Muni Naga’s eyes twinkled.

“Now you’re thinking like a forgemaster.”

By evening, the forge had dimmed again.

The three quivers, now soul-bound, hovered briefly in front of Kent before vanishing — one after another — into storage compartments across his body and within his spiritual sea.

–

Kent stood with the three divine quivers bound to his form.

Everything felt… aligned.

It was then, while adjusting the strap on his ankle-bound quiver, that Kent broke the silence.

“Master Naga… how long has it been?”

The old forgemaster glanced toward the sun-wheel embedded into the wall — a shifting disc of light and sand powered by sea-pressure magic.

“Four months,” Muni Naga replied. “Exactly.”

Kent’s brows rose slightly. “Only four?”

“Mm,” Muni Naga nodded. “You the spirit’s awakening. But your progress… you’ve accomplished what should’ve taken eight months or more.”

Kent exhaled with a smile. “Then I have two months left… before the Golden Heir Tournament.”

Muni Naga’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Still planning to go?”

“Yes,” Kent said firmly. “But not yet. Before that, I have a task to complete.”

That made the old forgemaster blink.

“Task? What task?”

Kent turned fully to face him. His tone was calm, but the weight in his words made the air tighten.

“I was brought here for more than forging.”

“The Second Princess of the Naga Clan brought me. She never told me the full details — only that a sealed task awaited, hidden even from their elders.”

“She said it required someone… with the blood of a dragon.”

Muni Naga froze.

His fingers slowly stopped moving, the small rune stone he was polishing dropping from his hand and shattering on the floor like it had just heard the truth as well.

“What… did you just say?”

Kent stepped forward, his gaze steady.

“She said it could only be completed by someone who could withstand the pressure of the ancient seals. Someone with a scaled body and divine breath — someone not entirely human.”

Muni Naga’s mouth moved, but no sound came.

“And I agreed,” Kent continued. “I wanted to fulfill her request before leaving for the tournament. I couldn’t help earlier… because my transformation was incomplete.”

Muni Naga raised a trembling hand.

“Show me,” he whispered.

Kent nodded.

He closed his eyes and placed two fingers on his chest. He inhaled — slowly — and began to mutter the ancient incantation he had memorized since the first day of body tempering:

“Zhen lun tian yu — long yu jin shen.”

(Heaven’s truth — awaken the dragon’s golden form.)

His body glowed. Faint at first — like sunlight under a thick fog.

Then the transformation struck like a storm of light.

Golden scales burst across his skin, glowing with divine runes. His arms lengthened slightly, his fingers sharpened, and beneath the cloak of mana, vast scaled wings unfolded from his back with a crackling flash of spirit lightning. His hair lifted, swirling in air charged by draconic essence. A golden crest shimmered across his brow — not painted, not tattooed, but born of bloodline.

Kent’s eyes opened — no longer the calm black of a mortal, but glowing amber with vertical, dragon-slit pupils.

The forge trembled.

Even the dormant forge flames sparked briefly — as if recognizing their better.

Muni Naga took a staggering step back. His eyes were wide, face pale despite the lingering heat.

“Golden Dragon Form…” he whispered. “A true inner bloodline, not an external enchantment.”

“You… are not just a cultivator.”

Kent didn’t reply — the golden aura slowly dimmed, and his transformation faded. Within seconds, his skin returned to human tone, the wings retracting, the divine pressure subsiding like a tide going out.

“You came to awaken the God Legacy…” Muni Naga muttered.

“I don’t know for certain,” Kent replied. “But the second princess said something rests beneath the Sea Temple, sealed far deeper than the ancestral forge halls.”

“She said it’s not meant for the naga alone…”

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Note: In place of broken-chakra, Kent is going to get an interesting, self acting weapon! Any guesses?! Hint: It’s a living weapon with funny-voice!

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