SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Nyara’s soft breasts pressed hard against him.

Kent stiffened for a moment—then relaxed, his arms slowly folding around her. The warmth of her body, the uneven rhythm of her breath, the tears soaking into his robe… it was real.

Kent looked down at her. Her face tilted up, eyes brimming with unshed tears, cheeks flushed from the rush of emotions.

He had seen her calm, proud, and distant. But never like this. Never this vulnerable.

His heart stirred.

“Why are you crying into my chest?” Kent asked, brushing away a loose strand from her face

Nyara bit her lower lip, trying to keep her tears at bay.

“I… I sent you into this trial. I knew you might die,” she confessed, her voice breaking. “And still… I pushed you into it for my own selfish reasons. For the pride of my bloodline. For the glory of the Naga Clan. I didn’t think you’d survive. And yet… here you are.”

She took a shaky breath, her hands tightening slightly on his robe.

“I should have stopped you… but I didn’t. I let you walk into death so I wouldn’t have to carry the shame.”

Kent stared at her in silence. His gaze wasn’t cold—but it carried weight. She lowered her head, unable to meet his eyes.

But then, his fingers lifted her chin gently.

Their eyes met.

The intensity of his gaze, calm yet burning, caused her heart to shudder.

“And now?” he asked, voice low.

“Now…” she whispered, “I feel guilt. I feel regret. I feel shame. But more than anything, I feel this…”

She leaned in, and without thinking—

Their lips met.

It wasn’t a fierce kiss. It wasn’t desperate.

It was soft. Gentle. A breath shared between two people drowning in everything they couldn’t say.

Her lips were warm. Sweet. Like the memory of spring after a long winter.

Kent didn’t pull away.

For once, he allowed himself to feel it — this moment of softness in a world where everything demanded he be sharp, strong, and unyielding.

Nyara’s hands slid up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath.

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” she said against his lips. “But even if you walk away from me… I needed to say this. I needed you to know.”

Kent slowly pulled back, their foreheads resting together.

The silence between them was full, not empty.

He didn’t offer forgiveness.

He didn’t speak grand words.

But his hand didn’t let go of hers.

And that… was enough.

–

After few emotional moments…

The massive gates of the Naga clan’s ancestral palace parted, revealing a hall. Ethereal light danced across obsidian pillars shaped like coiling serpents. This was the Sacred Assembly Hall, the very heart of Naga clan power — where history was recorded, judgments made, and destinies rewritten.

At the head of the endless corridor, atop seven steps carved from ancient sea jade, stood the Naga Patriarch, Lord Naga — a being whose eyes alone could silence a room, whose presence made even high Elders bow instinctively.

Kent walked in silence, his robes still dusted with spiritual ash from the trial realm. Nyara walked beside him — her head held high, eyes calm. No hesitation. No doubt. Only purpose.

Behind them, dozens of Naga family members watched with various expressions — curiosity, suspicion, reverence… and disbelief.

The hall was deathly silent.

And then Nyara stepped forward.

“Father,” she said, voice echoing clearly through the hall. “He has returned from the Trial Grounds.”

A whisper rippled through the court. Gasps. Disbelief. A few elders leaned forward, their scales shifting slightly under their robes.

“A human?” one of the ministers whispered. “That’s impossible…”

“Even our Naga bloodlines have failed to complete all three trials in a single attempt…”

The Patriarch raised his hand. The hall fell silent instantly.

Kent stepped forward, raising a glowing crystalline shard before him. The moment the memory crystal surfaced, it hummed with divine resonance.

The air itself stilled. A long, tense silence followed.

Then, to everyone’s shock, the Naga Patriarch stood.

And bowed.

“You have brought honor to the Sacred Naga, and to our clan. I, Vyagratha Naga, bow to your perseverance and will.”

Gasps filled the room. Even the oldest Elders straightened in stunned disbelief.

“Nyara,” the Patriarch said, rising again, his voice now brimming with solemn authority. “From this moment on, this man is no longer an outsider. Prepare him for the Ancient God Trial. That is the true path to ascend as one worthy of the Naga legacy.”

Kent’s eyes remained steady.

“Understood, Father,” Nyara responded with a graceful nod, though her heart trembled at the sheer swiftness of the shift.

Without another word, Patriarch Vyagratha turned and left through the back corridor, summoning his ministers with a wave of his hand. A war council, a declaration, or perhaps… a prophecy in motion.

As the doors closed behind him, a heavy voice called out from the right wing of the hall.

“Kent…”

It was Prince Varun — the first son of the Naga Patriarch. His previous proud face now tinged with regret and humility. He stepped forward, his eyes no longer looking down at him, but up — as one would regard a rising sun.

He reached out and hurriedly held Kent’s hand.

“I once believed you were nothing more than a proud human who’d overreached… I mocked your presence among us. But now… after witnessing your trial… I was wrong. I see it now.”

He lowered his head slightly — not a full bow, but a sincere apology in the ways of nobles.

“Forgive me, if you can.”

Kent said nothing. He slowly withdrew, stepping back into the shadows of the hall.

But the world outside… had already ignited.

By the next hour, rumors spread like wildfire.

“Did you hear? A human survived the Sacred Naga Trials!”

“They say he walked the Divine Heart Trial and emerged unscathed!”

“The Naga Patriarch personally bowed to him…!”

“He holds the memory of the Supreme Naga Archer—can he become the next God-Killer?”

From noble families to beast clans, across floating cities and deep ocean kingdoms, the name Kent rippled across realms. Some celebrated. Some envied. Some began preparing countermeasures.

But inside the Naga palace, none of that touched Kent.

He stood quietly by the balcony overlooking the sacred waterfall, watching the sky shift into a storm of golden light.

“Should I meet her?!”

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