SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

“We have one more night. Tomorrow morning, the gate to the Sea God’s legacy will be opened.”

Kent remained silent. He already sensed the tension in the currents.

Nyara walked toward the wide window, where the waters outside shimmered strangely in the moonless light of deep sea stars.

“There’s something you should know,” she finally said. “Our spies have returned… with troubling news.”

Kent raised an eyebrow. “Go on.”

“The Coral Spirit Clan and Abyssal Shark Clan are preparing to intercept you tomorrow,” she said. “At the final trench before the gate, there will be resistance. Possibly a coordinated strike.”

A heavy silence hung between them. Even JoJo lifted his tiny head.

Kent turned toward the divine bow. “That’s not my problem.”

Nyara blinked. “What?”

“They’re coming for me because of what I carry. But if the Naga Clan wants the Sea God Legacy awakened, then it’s your responsibility to make sure I reach the gate. I already agreed to fulfill your promise, Princess. But fighting your enemies isn’t part of the deal.”

Her jaw tightened.

He walked slowly toward her, expression calm but firm. “I don’t fear their ambush. But if you want the legacy back in your clan’s name, you’ll need to make sure I reach the gate alive. Because if I die before stepping foot into the trial, the legacy seals itself for another ten thousand years.”

Nyara exhaled slowly. “You speak like a commander.”

“No. Just someone who’s too used to politicsl.”

There was a pause. Nyara looked at him, her eyes searching for hesitation. She found none.

“Then tell me this,” she said. “What do you require from the Naga Clan before you depart? What do you need to survive what lies ahead?”

Kent stared at her, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes—but only for a breath.

“Nothing,” he said simply.

Nyara’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t be arrogant.”

“I’m being honest. The divine bow is all the protection I need. I have my will, my spirit. The rest, I’ll earn along the way.”

Nyara turned away, her fists clenched.

“You are the most frustrating person I’ve ever met,” she said under her breath. Then louder, with finality, “Regardless of what you say, I will prepare treasures for you. Life-saving ones. You may not want them, but if tomorrow the tides turn against you, they may be the only thing between you and death.”

Kent didn’t object. Instead, he looked at her more kindly now. “Then I’ll accept them. Not because I need them, but because you offer them.”

Nyara’s expression softened. “Kent. Do you truly understand what you’re walking into? The Sea God’s legacy is not just a trial of strength.”

Kent closed his eyes briefly. Faces flashed in his mind—Amelia, his wives, the slave village he swore to protect, even the King family.

“Let it come,” he said quietly. “If I must bleed to become strong enough to protect what matters, then so be it.”

Nyara stepped back. “Then I will make the preparations. Escort teams will shadow you only until the inner trench. From there, you’re alone.”

“That’s the way it should be,” Kent replied.

She turned to leave but paused at the doorway.

“Kent. If you don’t return…”

“I will,” he interrupted.

She smiled faintly. “Still. If you don’t… know that I will remember your name.”

He didn’t reply, only nodded with a calm resolve.

The doors shut behind her.

–

Late into the night, when the coral lanterns Kent sat quietly in his chamber, eyes half-closed.

Suddenly, a soft knock echoed on the coralwood door. Kent opened his eyes.

He didn’t speak, but a moment later, the door opened gently. Standing there was Neela, the First Princess of the Naga Clan.

She wore no ceremonial jewelry tonight—only a simple robe woven of pale-blue kelp silk that shimmered faintly under the moonstone glow. Her long silver hair flowed freely, framing her soft but serious expression.

Kent stood. “Princess Neela?”

“Just Neela tonight,” she said, walking inside as the door closed behind her with a whisper.

He stepped forward, unsure. “Is everything alright?” This copy was generated from content at MV|LEMPYR.

Neela nodded slowly, then met his gaze. “I just… didn’t want this night to pass without you.”

Kent tilted his head slightly.

“Tomorrow you walk into a storm none of us can predict. And if I stayed silent tonight, I might regret it forever.”

Kent offered her a seat near the low pearl table, but instead, she moved closer to him. “You once said you don’t carry time to waste. That too many wait for your return. I want you to return… not just for them, but for me.”

He remained silent, but his eyes softened.

“When I was young,” Neela continued, “my father used to say that Yin Qi was a curse from our ancestors, a burden I’d have to carry alone. It corroded my core, made me weak… even dangerous. But you—”

She took a step closer. “You never saw me as broken. When you gave me your body, you didn’t just cure my body. You gave me something I hadn’t felt. Peace.”

“You’ve always deserved peace,” Kent replied softly. “Even if the world convinced you otherwise.”

The air between them tightened. Neela reached for his hand.

“Will you sit with me, Kent? Just once. As equals. As cultivators who shared the same silence.”

He nodded.

They sat facing each other, knees nearly touching. Neela reached out both hands, and Kent met them with his own.

But slowly, the hands met, bodies moved and soft moaning filled inside the closed room.

The spiritual current surged softly between them as their qi began to merge—her icy, dense Yin force met the warm, firm pulse of Kent’s refined golden essence.

The room dimmed into a quiet void, their breathing slow and mirrored. Through the dual cultivation, Kent’s energy guided her Yin, soothing the surges and taming the wild swirls of pressure that had plagued her for years.

A faint glow enveloped her skin, her meridian pulse became stable.

Tears welled in Neela’s eyes. She bit her lip, but Kent noticed.

“Don’t hold it in,” he whispered.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

“I thought I’d never feel whole again,” she whispered back.

Kent reached forward and gently wiped her tear away.

A long silence followed.

She slowly drew back and pulled out a silver chain. Hanging from the end was a small, purple sea conch, polished and radiant, but thrumming with a strange ancient energy.

“My father gave me this,” she said quietly. “He said to only give it to someone whose life mattered more than my own.”

She held it out.

“It’s a life treasure. Once. Just once—it will pull you back from the brink of death. It’ll shatter after that.”

Kent looked at it in her hands, then slowly took it.

“Thank you,” he said.

She nodded, her voice cracking slightly.

Kent met her eyes. “I will return. Not just because of promises. But because I want to see this place again. Whole and spend a night with a perfect beauty like you.”

Neela smiled shyly, then leaned forward and rested her forehead gently against his.

For a long moment, no words passed between them.

Just two souls, quiet beneath the sea, sharing breath and fate before the dawn of storms.

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Tq!

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