SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Late Night…

Neela, her silver hair cascading like flowing moonlight over her naked body, slowly opened her eyes. Her meridians had calmed, the once-chaotic Yin Qi finally in harmony.

Kent sat opposite her, his breathing slow and steady, his body a still mountain. A faint golden glow shimmered faintly from his skin — the residue of refined divine energy that now coursed silently between them.

Neela let out a breath, long and free.

“I never thought I’d feel this peace,” she whispered, her voice lighter than sea foam.

Kent offered a rare, warm smile. “You always deserved it. Chaos was never yours to carry.”

“Shall we begin?” She asked in a husky tone while touching his soft skin.

Soon, their bodies met and she melted in his arms.

“No… No… I can’t…” She bit his shoulder in pain.

Kent sealed her lips. Slowly the yin-yang exchange happened.

Neela’s aura shimmered, a soft silver hue tinted with icy blue. Kent’s inner domain pulsed with golden warmth and crackling storm energy. As their energies intertwined, the room filled with a harmonious resonance.

He guided his breath gently, synchronizing with hers. She matched his rhythm, allowing his balanced elemental Qi to weave through her meridians, soothing the overcharged Yin within her.

Her body trembled slightly, and a tear traced her cheek. Not from pain, but relief.

“Don’t force it,” Kent whispered, his voice like thunderclouds rolling gently over still water.

“I’m not,” she breathed. “This… this is the first time it doesn’t hurt.”

Hours passed in silence. Kent’s divine storm essence circulated within her, peeling back layers of damaged energy veins, flushing away the shadows with golden light. She, in turn, passed refined Yin Qi into Kent’s channels, stabilizing his surging elemental core.

Their souls briefly touched.

In the spirit domain, he saw flashes of her memories—of childhood isolation, of standing tall for her people despite the pain, of silently watching him forge the divine bow and walk into danger.

She, in turn, glimpsed the depth of his promise—the faces of those he left behind, the vow carved in his heart to return with strength, no matter the cost.

Their eyes opened at once. The chamber glowed gently with dual elemental resonance. A subtle pink lotus bloomed from the spirit lamp—an omen of successful dual cultivation.

Neela slowly stood, adjusting the kelp-silk robe around her. Her hands lingered near her chest, as if unsure whether to walk away or stay longer.

“I should go,” she finally said. “There’s still much to prepare for tomorrow. And your task… it won’t wait.”

Kent nodded. “Rest well, Princess.”

She hesitated. “Call me Neela… at least for tonight.”

He gave a subtle nod. “Neela.”

She turned, placing her hand on the coralwood doorframe.

But before she could open it—

BOOM!

A thunderous explosion echoed through the palace corridors, shaking the seabed foundation beneath them. The coral lanterns flickered violently.

“What was that?!” Neela spun, her eyes wide.

Kent had already stood, instinct honed like a drawn blade.

Outside, chaos erupted. Screams of guards, the clash of weapons, and the unmistakable roar of spiritual techniques echoed through the ancient Sea Ancestral Temple.

“They’re attacking!” Neela said, summoning a mana shield around her instinctively. “Someone’s breaching the temple!”

Just then, a Naga guard burst into the hallway, blood streaming from his shoulder. “Your Highness! Princess Neela! A coordinated assault—Coral Spirit Clan and Abyssal Shark assassins—have breached the sacred rings!”

Kent’s face darkened. “They’re coming for me.”

The guard struggled to speak. “They’re… heading this way. A secret unit bypassed the central skirmish.” Content presented by MV|LEMP|YR.

“Stay behind me,” Kent said firmly, grabbing the divine bow that rested against the wall like a sleeping dragon.

JoJo, the golden serpent-dagger, uncoiled with a low hiss and wrapped itself around Kent’s arm.

Footsteps thundered down the corridor. Shadows darted closer — eleven masked figures, their presence hidden by cloaking runes, now revealed by Kent’s divine sense.

“They’ve come prepared,” Kent muttered. “But not enough.”

The first of the assassins appeared in the doorway — his face wrapped in bone coral armor, his blade crackling with abyssal energy. Behind him, more flooded in — silent, ruthless, fast.

Kent said nothing.

He raised his bow.

No arrow.

Just a slow, steady pull of the string.

The divine weapon began to hum — a terrifying resonance, like the ancient call of some forgotten deity of war. Energy pulled from the very ocean, compressing in silence.

Neela’s heart skipped. “You’re not using an arrow?!”

Kent’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t need one.”

He released.

THOOOOOOM!!!

A shockwave exploded from the bow, faster than sound, deeper than thunder. It tore through the corridor like a heavenly roar. Walls cracked. Lights burst. The assassins didn’t scream — they didn’t have time. Their bodies were thrown backward, crushed mid-air, ribcages shattered from within.

Seven died instantly, their spiritual cores ruptured. The other four groaned on the ground, blood pouring from ears and noses.

Even the palace structure groaned under the pressure. The hallway behind Kent was untouched — protected by the ancient magic of his bow’s restraint.

Neela stood in awe, her mana shield still flickering.

“You… didn’t even shoot,” she whispered.

Kent lowered the bow slowly. “Arrows are for those I respect.”

Before they could speak more, another blast sounded from the distance.

“They’re pushing toward the Sea Heart Chamber!” a passing elder shouted, already bleeding from the shoulder.

Neela clenched her fists. “They want to disrupt the royal barrier! If they corrupt the Sea Heart, it’ll collapse our protection field!”

Kent looked at her. “Go. They need your leadership.”

“And you?” she asked.

“I’ll handle whoever dares follow.”

Neela gave him a long, worried look — but nodded and vanished down the corridor with a swift flash of light.

Kent looked at the writhing survivors.

One tried to crawl.

Kent stepped on his arm gently. “You crawled all this way… for me?”

The assassin glared, blood pooling beneath him.

“Tell your clan,” Kent said coldly. “Next time, send gods.”

He drew his bow again, this time conjuring a golden arrow of spirit will — and let it fly.

The arrow didn’t pierce the body.

It burned the assassin into white dust.

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