SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Then he hurled the man into the wall, where he crashed and fell unconscious in a heap of shattered shells and blood.

The room had become a battlefield.

A wave of golden Qi flickered around Kent as he stood between Neela and the assassins.

Suddenly—footsteps echoed.

The door burst open.

“Kent!” came a voice.

Prince Varun, clad in ceremonial armor, rushed in, followed closely by Nyara, whose eyes immediately fell on the trembling form of her cousin.

“Neela!” Nyara gasped, running to her side.

Varun froze midstep as he looked around the room—smoldering corpses, shattered talismans, blood on the coral walls—and Kent standing, shirt torn, still radiating heat, like a war god risen from flames.

“What in the heavens…” Varun whispered.

Kent didn’t answer. He dropped to one knee beside Neela.

She was pale, barely breathing, but alive.

Nyara checked her pulse and wept. “She’ll recover… you were just in time.”

Varun looked at Kent again, this time not with judgment—but awe.

Behind them, the royal guards rushed in, too late to do anything but witness the end. One of them recognized Voril and gasped.

“That’s one of the Seven Shadows of Tideveil… they’re only sent when someone wants a royal bloodline erased.”

Whispers filled the chamber.

A guard spoke into a spiritual mirror. “Send word to the Patriarch. Assassins infiltrated the palace—Princess Neela was targeted—but saved by the human… Kent!”

As the echo faded, Kent stood again.

He looked at the broken room and the bodies of his enemies.

But all that mattered to him was the soft, shallow breathing of Neela.

He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Sorry…” He whispered as he examined her body.

The room trembled with silence, thick and suffocating. Burnt talismans and shattered coral fragments still flickered faintly with residual heat. Guards surrounded the chamber, stunned—while the royal family stood still, stunned by the aftermath of the attack.

Yet Kent… was unmoved.

He didn’t care who watched. He didn’t care about their royal gazes or gasps. He only cared about her.

Without a word, Kent walked through the silence, his steps echoing on the scorched floor. He gently lifted Neela into his arms—her body was far too cold for someone of the Naga bloodline.

“She’s losing her Yin essence… fast,” Kent murmured, face pale as he looked at her lips, already turning dusky purple.

A single streak of black blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

His eyes widened. “No… not that poison…”

His breath caught in his chest.

It was Essence swallowing Poison, a cruel compound that suppressed Yin Essence, stealing the inner life of water-element women and leaving them in spiritual rot. In severe cases—it could steal fertility, cultivation, or even the soul itself.

He held her tighter and turned toward the door.

“Nyara!”

She came running, eyes wide with confusion and panic.

Kent looked at her, eyes burning.

“Open the Herbal Treasury. I need Golden Yinroots, Sea Flame Lotus, and Black Dew Coral Extract. NOW.”

She didn’t argue.

Together, they ran. The guards hesitated, confused—no one had ever demanded the treasury like this, but the princess was opening the gates herself!

Inside the Treasury Hall, a swirl of ancient aura pressed down on them, but Kent moved with speed and familiarity, tossing ingredients into his ring while muttering formulas.

“We don’t have time to concoct pills… Her Yin channels are closing. Only direct needle infusion will work now.”

Nyara stared. “Do you even know how to perform something that advanced?”

Kent didn’t answer.

He turned and vanished in a flash of light, reappearing in the damaged room where Neela still lay unconscious.

The crowd had grown. Ministers, advisors, elders of the royal clan—all stood in shock.

Prince Varun stood by the window, observing silently.

“Someone stop him!” a green-robed Elder barked. “That human cannot touch the royal body! Where is the Naga Healer?!”

Another royal shouted, “This is sacrilege! A foreigner inserting needles into the Naga princess?!”

Yet Kent ignored them all.

He knelt by the bedside and took out his jade needle box—a rare relic he’d received from the Poison God himself.

“Neela… you’ll hate me for this later… but I’d rather be hated than see you die.”

He inserted the first needle into her Sea of Yin meridian—then six more to isolate the poison flow. Each point glowed faintly as elemental energy was sealed.

He crushed the herbs into his palm using pure flame and blood essence, concocting a crude medicinal blend.

His hand hovered over her heart, sweat pouring down his brow.

Just then, an elder stepped forward. “This is madness! STOP HIM—”

But before he could act—

Boom!

The Naga Patriarch moved, dragging the half-dead assassin leader, Voril, by his tentacles like a broken doll.

The crowd went silent.

Everyone turned.

The Patriarch’s expression was one of utter fury.

“Is this what we’ve become? Whining while a man saves my daughter’s life?”

He threw Voril’s body like a rag. It crashed into the center pillar with a loud crack.

“Let the human do what he must. Enquire this tentacle bastard and find the reason for the assasination attempt. What the hell our guards doing while intruders are killing my daughter.”

“But Patriarch—”

“ENOUGH!”

The elder shrank back in fear.

The Patriarch turned and marched out, robes fluttering like thunderclouds. His aura pressed down on the room, and no one dared speak another word.

Back inside, Kent worked like a madman. The needles had started glowing. Black blood oozed out of Neela’s chest, staining her robe. Her fingers twitched.

“Good,” Kent whispered. “You’re coming back…”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Now… the final needle—Heaven’s Gate.”

He pierced a delicate point near her collarbone, and Neela’s body jerked, her mouth opening with a gasp as the remaining black poison shot out in a final torrent.

Her skin regained its shimmer.

Her chest rose—then stabilized.

The room sighed in unison.

Kent slumped down, sweat soaking his back, hands trembling.

Nyara dropped to her knees beside him, gripping his shoulder.

“She’s stable,” she whispered. “You did it.”

Kent didn’t smile. He only looked at Neela… and for the first time in hours, breathed.

In the shadows, Varun stood silently. The ministers stared, some in shock, some in shame.

And behind all of them, rumors were already flying through the Coral Palace—

The human who saved a Naga Princess.

The man who defied tradition, silenced elders, and cured the forbidden poison.

But Kent… heard none of it.

He held her hand.

And waited for her to wake up.

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