Kent dropped to his knees. His hands trembled, unable to move, to save, to rewind time.
Behind Amelia stood the Kai family enforcers, holding the heads of the other women—those who had followed Kent, who had believed in his rise.
Behind them… on a throne of corpses, sat Emperor Kai.
His laughter rang like the sound of bells in a death ritual.
“Hahahahaha! Look at the great Kent Hall! The God-Child! The Hero! Watching his toys burn!”
Kai’s finger pointed at Kent.
“Is this what your ascension bought? A new world without weight? Without ties? You climbed your ladder of heaven—and left your heart behind in the dirt!”
Kent couldn’t even scream. The dream had robbed him of voice.
Amelia’s dying hand touched his foot.
“I waited… and you never came.”
A loud thud came from behind him. Kent turned in horror.
Fatty Ben was kneeling, bloodied and broken, his forehead pressed against Kent’s foot.
“You left us, Master Kent,” he whispered. “We left our world… for what?”
Fatty Ben raised his head. Eyes swollen with pain.
“You said this new world would bring freedom… but it only brought death. Why didn’t you bring us with you? Why did you abandon everything you once loved?”
One by one, the fallen rose.
Not from life.
But from Kent’s guilt.
Their mouths opened in unison.
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Why?”
Kent’s soul couldn’t take it.
The city exploded in white light—flames of judgment burning everything—including him.
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The trial space had changed.
No longer was it the abyss of swirling blackness or illusions layered in pain.
It was now still—frighteningly still.
Kent lay on his side, half-buried in a cracked, dried lakebed of bloodied memories. His eyes, once bright with unshakable will, stared blankly ahead. His lips were parted, trembling with words that never came. His breathing was shallow… almost silent.
His golden robes were torn. His hands, once channels of divine might, hung limp, caked in the ash of people he couldn’t protect.
The last illusion had not faded—it had consumed him.
The wails of Fatty Ben, the last whisper of Amelia, the shattering silence between him and Thea… they all hung in the air like a poison fog, tightening its grip on his soul.
Above him, the Divine Heart Trial Ground—an eternal construct of the Sacred Naga—began to dim.
The sky, once dyed with the golden hue of the divine realm, now flickered like a dying flame. The boundaries of the trial quivered, as if mourning the soul it had claimed.
From the clouds of divine energy above, the Sky Naga slowly descended.
Her serpentine eyes, calm yet ancient, regarded the unmoving body of the human who once burned like a storm.
She landed without a sound, the earth itself parting respectfully for her arrival.
The divine beast—keeper of this forgotten legacy—folded her wings, and whispered softly, voice carried by sorrow.
“So, it ends like this…”
She looked up. The fading golden eyes of the Sacred Naga statue overhead had dimmed.
“A mortal who bore flames of rebellion… crushed under the weight of his own heart.”
Her voice was neither mocking nor scornful—it was heavy… almost gentle.
“You braved divine lightning… you dared to rewrite fate… and yet, it was not a God or a beast that ended you.”
“It was memory.”
A faint tear, glowing like a strand of lightning essence, formed in her eye.
“It is sad… for the human to die in this way.”
She raised her head toward the heavens. The light from above fractured, like glass breaking in slow motion.
The trial illusion formation began to shatter, each memory related to Kent started cracking silently.
A single feather from her wing drifted downward, glowing faintly.
It landed gently upon Kent’s motionless chest.
No response. No pulse. Just silence.
The trial ground—the legacy of the Sacred Naga—began to collapse, inch by inch, fading into dust…
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Why? Why? Why?
The question echoed.
Not from the illusions. Not from the spirits of the dead. But from within Kent’s own shattered soul.
As he lay in that dimming abyss—cold, defeated, and broken—those accusatory voices still rang like steel bells in his ears.
“Why did you abandon me?”
“Why did you run?”
“Why did you let us suffer?”
Kent’s body was curled, eyes lifeless, as if every bone had turned to ash. His fingers twitched. His lips, dry and cracked, barely moved.
But inside…
Something moved.
Not a cry. Not a tear. But a whisper…
“Why?” He asked himself.
It didn’t come with fury. It came with the depth of a man who had finally stripped away the falsehoods. A man no longer hiding behind titles, bloodlines, or divine inheritance.
Kent asked again, “Why?”
And the answer… came from his core.
“To become strong.”
Another voice tried to rise from memory, but he cut through it like lightning through mist.
“To protect those I love.” He clenched his fists. “To walk a path no one dared.” The abyss trembled. “Because I knew this world is vast… and I was born in a broken corner of it.”
His heart thumped—once.
The phantom of Thea’s bloodied face appeared again, but this time, Kent didn’t cower. He looked straight into her eyes.
“You should have trusted me… not my mother or anyone.” The illusion wavered. “Why should I treat you like my wife after you did all those things? But still, I allowed you to follow me through Immortal world.”
One by one all illusions began shattering as Kent’s heart demons shattered like glasses.
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Above, the Sky Naga, who had lowered her head in disappointment before, now watched with wide, ancient eyes.
“What… is happening?”
She could feel it. The trial that was supposed to end had reignited. The fading runes of the Divine Heart Trial were lighting up again. No—roaring with brilliance.
Her serpentine coils shimmered under the golden light flooding the skies.
“His will… it’s not fading. It’s returning like a tide reborn!”
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Within the trial, Kent’s heart no longer beat with doubt.
It roared.
One after another, the illusions came.
The sect patriarch, the aunt who cursed him, the mothers he couldn’t protect, Lana weeping in the bridal chamber.
He answered every one of them.
To the old patriarch of the Eternal Sun Sect: “I already did great benefits for the sect. Also, I will repay more with glory.”
To Aunt Eila: “I walked the cruel path alone so I wouldn’t drag you or Clark family into it.”
To Lana: “I stained your past, but I will light your future.”
The illusions broke. His breath steadied. His spine straightened.
Kent walked like a dragon reborn from ash. His robes, though tattered, fluttered with new life as divine essence began circulating again.
His heart was lighter—not because the pain was gone… but because he chose to carry it.
He did not run anymore. He raised his hand—and the very abyss responded.
Golden lightning surged from his palm. It shot into the dark heavens of the trial realm and split the void like dawn breaking night.
In that golden light, the skies cleared, revealing a mirror overhead. It didn’t reflect illusions anymore—but Kent himself.
A man bruised by fate. Hunted by regret. But unbroken.
He looked at the sky and shouted—not to the heavens, but to himself:
“I will not stop. I will not fall. Until I become the strongest Magus—until I rule this immortal world—this heart shall never waver!”
Boom!
A thunderclap roared.
The world around him turned Pure white.
A shockwave of divine resonance spread across the trial space. Every rune burned, every formation danced like phoenix fire.
The Sky Naga appeared before Kent in full Naga form.
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