SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Deep within the ancestral sea temple, whispers stirred like invisible currents.

They swept through the marble halls and coral sanctuaries, passing from one Naga priest to another, fluttering through the ears of the warriors meditating in silence. Cracks in the sacred murals pulsed with faint blue light as if the divine will of the ocean itself had been disturbed.

A tremor — not one of fear, but of divine change — passed through the pillars of the Naga Clan.

And then came the murmurs, loud enough to disturb even the disciplined formations.

“The enemy is coming…?!”

“A divine ripple… Something ancient has returned…”

Within moments, soldiers in serpentine armor hissed into motion. Across the temple’s vast spiral corridors, conches blared in ancient tones — signals that hadn’t been used in over a thousand years.

A pair of soft yet commanding voices echoed above the murmurs.

“…That can only mean one thing,” said Princess Nyara, the Second Daughter of the Naga Patriarch, her eyes closed as she sat cross-legged on a bed of pearls.

Her jade lips parted slightly, sensing the divine pull, “He’s returned. Kent… He must have survived the Sea God’s legacy trial.”

Beside her, Princess Neela, the First Princess and commanding one, placed a hand on her own chest. Her silver-white hair floated gently in the still water, her cerulean eyes wide with awe.

“Yes. It’s like the ocean is singing to me,” she whispered. “Like a promise has been fulfilled.”

Before they could speak further, a blast of sacred energy pulsed from the high tower.

The Patriarch of the Naga Clan, a towering figure with a crown of entwined sapphire serpents, emerged in full divine regalia. His body shimmered with the authority of the Sea King bloodline.

“The legacy has been claimed,” he said in a voice as calm as the deep abyss. “Prepare the full army. We go to the Forbidden Abyss Cave. Now.”

What followed was not a march — it was an oceanic storm.

Millions of Naga warriors coiled through the waters like a divine current, forming ancient battle formations unseen since the First Sea War. Shield-bearing tide soldiers, serpentine archers, rune casters, and priestesses of the Abyssal Flame all swam with speed and reverence.

As they neared the forbidden region, where even the sunlight trembled to enter, tension grew.

But what they saw there silenced every trained warrior, every seasoned general, and even the Patriarch himself.

Countless soldiers — the armies of both the Ancient Shark Clan and the Coral Spirit Clan — knelt.

Not a single one raised their heads.

Weapons were shattered. Formations had collapsed. Entire fleets of spiritual beasts floated motionless, humbled into silence.

And at the heart of it all… stood a single man.

Kent King.

Trident in hand. Divine aura shimmering like liquid light around him. The seabed beneath his feet was etched with sacred runes, glowing with a pulse that matched the Sea God’s own legacy.

Even before the Naga soldiers reached close, the pressure hit them like a tidal wall.

One by one, Naga warriors fell to their knees — not from submission, but from pure suppression. Their bloodlines bowed to the higher authority that emanated from Kent’s soul. They were not just facing a mortal man… but the chosen vessel of an ancient god.

Only the Patriarch, and the two princesses, managed to remain upright as they glided toward him.

Princess Nyara’s breath was caught in her throat. She’d seen Kent before, trained alongside him briefly… but the man who now stood before her was not the same.

No longer a stranger with secrets.

He was a force.

Princess Neela stepped forward, unable to take her eyes off the Trident.

“…Kent,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

He looked at her — not as a man who had survived a great trial, but as someone who had seen the bottom of the ocean’s will and returned untouched.

Then, before anyone could speak further, Kent raised the trident for the last time.

With a soft exhale, he let the power recede.

The divine pressure dispersed, like a tide retreating to the horizon.

The sky above cleared, and the seabed became calm once more.

With his aura withdrawn, the armies slowly rose, dazed and humbled. Yet no one dared speak. The silence was filled with the weight of revelation.

Suddenly, the silence was broken.

“Human… please… let us go,” cried a general from the Coral Spirit Clan, eyes filled with terror.

“We didn’t know you were the chosen one…” another murmured from the Shark Clan. “We only followed orders…”

They all began to speak at once, their once-proud postures reduced to that of beggars.

“Forgive us!”

“Spare our bloodlines!”

“Mercy, O bearer of the Trident!”

But Kent turned away, unfazed.

He walked slowly toward the two princesses, the trident trailing behind him like a comet in water.

Stopping before Princess Neela, he looked at her not with affection, but purpose.

“You remember our agreement,” he said softly, his voice carrying through the ocean like a divine edict. “I would bring back the legacy. Not for myself… but for you.”

She stared at him, lips parted in disbelief. “You… you mean—?”

Kent nodded.

Then, with all the reverence of a priest anointing a goddess, he placed the Trident in her hands.

The ocean trembled again — but this time, in recognition.

The Trident, sensing the bloodline of the ancient Sea origin soul, accepted her touch. Its glow did not fade… it shifted. It stabilized.

“As promised,” Kent said, meeting her eyes. “The sea now belongs to you.”

Gasps echoed across both armies.

The Shark Clan bowed again, this time not in submission to Kent — but to Princess Neela, who now stood holding the Sea God’s divine weapon.

Princess Nyara stepped forward, stunned. “You… how did you survive the sea-god-legacy?”

Kent smiled faintly, the burden of the trial still lingering in his-eyes.

“I just followed my heart,” he said. “Also, I kept my promise… now the sea god legacy belong to your Naga race.”

Silence reigned once more.

Even the sea held its breath.

Then… the warriors — Naga, Shark, Coral — all lowered their heads again. This time willingly, with reverence, to both the man who had conquered the sea, and the woman who would now guide it.

The ocean had a new sovereign.

But its protector… was already walking away.