SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 976: Eternal Night Witch!
"Open the path!" Kent roared.
He loosed arrows—not ordinary arrows, but divine spell-forged projectiles that tore through defenses and exploded with elemental fury. Fire mixed with wind, thunder laced with spirit ice. Every draw of the string was a declaration of war against fate.
To his right, Princess Neela moved like an empress of death.
Her Ice Storm Domain bloomed around the advancing line, creating a corridor of frozen safety. Every enemy reinforcement that attempted to support the Golden Shield lines found themselves halted by blizzards and frost-serpents. Her spear flickered in rhythmic waves, her breath calm even as chaos raged.
Cheers erupted from the flanks.
"Victory to Naga!"
"Make way for the Chosen!"
The Naga clan warriors chanted with renewed vigor. The tides felt as though they themselves bent in favor of Kent’s mission.
But fate, cruel and sharp, had not yet played its final card.
Just as the formation pierced the edge of the Golden Shield defenses, nearing the final stretch toward the Forbidden Abyss Cave, a dark miasma swirled above.
A hand stretched from the void.
And descended.
Khagara, the Coral Spirit Clan’s oldest and most feared ancestor, emerged like a phantom stitched from nightmares. Drenched in shadow-coral armor and wielding his infamous cursed staff, he hovered above the battlefield like a descending calamity.
His voice came like ice scraping against metal.
"Did you think the path to gods would be handed so easily, little mortals?"
He raised both hands, chanting in the forbidden tongue.
From beneath the seabed, black chains erupted—spectral and burning, forged from long-dead sea gods’ resentment. They whipped through the sea like vipers, striking the arrowhead formation and halting its advance.
Before the warriors could regroup, Khagara’s voice echoed again:
"Burning Hell Spear."
The ocean boiled.
From the abyss, a spear formed—longer than a ship’s mast and pulsing with demonic heat. Encrusted with cursed rubies and ancient inscriptions, it whistled through the waters as Khagara hurled it with a god’s wrath.
It flew straight into the heart of the arrowhead formation.
BOOM!
A thunderclap of agony. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
Thousands died in an instant. Warriors disintegrated. Their spiritual armor could not stop the searing curse embedded in the spear’s core. The arrowhead split into fragments, formation lost.
Kent’s dragon roared in horror as it swerved to dodge the shockwave.
Neela screamed, her domain shattered by the force.
The ocean froze in time for a breath.
Then it moved.
A massive storm surged forward—spirals of water charged with divine lightning. At its heart stood the Naga Patriarch, his Trident raised high.
"KHAGARA!" he thundered.
He arrived like a tidal deity, intercepting Khagara before another curse could be unleashed. The two clashed in a celestial collision—staff against trident, darkness against divine.
Waves warped. Space bent.
The battlefield shook as spiritual energies collided with such force that even the abyss below groaned.
"Retreat the remnants!" the Naga generals ordered. "Pull the wounded back!"
Trumpets of magical coral blew from the flanks. Emergency defensive lines formed. Priests activated Reverse Current Sigils, dragging survivors out of the spear impact zone.
Kent landed his dragon beside a ruined ridge of coral.
Smoke. Fire. Screams.
He clutched his bow, the string humming with fury.
His gaze locked onto the Forbidden Cave entrance—so close, just a breath away, yet now obscured by the chaos.
Neela limped toward him, blood on her lips, eyes furious and yet steadfast.
"You must pull back," she said, voice hoarse.
Kent shook his head. "Too many just died to stop now."
She placed a hand on his chest. "And more will die if you fall. You carry the legacy of not just Naga, but the hope of everyone who still believes in honor."
Above them, Khagara and the Patriarch battled like gods. Pillars of flame and whirlpools dueled across the sea floor.
The command came.
"Retreat! Reform the main formation! Guard the cave’s edge until we regroup!"
The command had been issued.
The war horns echoed across the battlefield, trailing into a wail of exhaustion and battered hope. The Naga warriors, scattered and bloodied, pulled back, dragging the wounded and shielding their generals. The scent of scorched coral and ruptured spirit energy clouded the battlefield.
Neela landed beside Kent, bruised and blood dripping from her lip, her breathing ragged.
"Kent, we have to go. We’ll regroup and strike again. This isn’t the end."
Kent didn’t move.
His eyes—focused, burning, unwavering—stared at the entrance of the Forbidden Cave, mere hundreds of feet away. He could still see the blackened rocks, feel the chaotic pulses from inside. The sea moaned around the opening, warning every creature of the calamity it housed.
Kent’s voice cut through the thick silence.
"If I turn back now... all those lives lost mean nothing."
Neela clenched her fists. "More will die if you fall! Don’t be stubborn, you fool."
"I’m not afraid of death."
He turned to her, voice low but firm, "Neela... unleash your fury."
She stared at him as if he had spoken madness.
"I want to go in," he continued. "Cover me. Make sure no one else sacrifices themselves for what only I must do."
Something in his tone—resolute, selfless—broke her resistance. Her mouth opened in protest, but the words never came.
Instead, she watched as Kent dropped to one knee.
He held the divine bow to the heavens, eyes closed.
The sea trembled.
The bow hummed violently as a black mist seeped from it—poison. But not of the mortal kind. This was essence-poison, a storm of withering death conjured by Kent’s whispering spell-engravings over the past months. The mist spread rapidly, wrapping around their enemies with lethal grace, forcing even the boldest warriors to retreat.
"Cover him!" Neela shouted to the nearby troops, but most of them had already fled to the safety of the rear trenches.
She looked once more at Kent—his back straight, his will unbending.
And something within her snapped. A cold fury, ancient and forbidden, stirred in her blood.
"Very well," she muttered.
She bit into her own palm. A circle of glyphs exploded beneath her feet.
Darkness welled around her.
Then... she transformed.
The water stilled for a breath.
Eternal Night Witch Form—a forbidden bloodline technique of the Naga Royal Women, sealed for generations for its dangerous aftermath.
Her hair turned jagged and stood upright like razor-sharp scales. Her once-sea-blue eyes burned into deep, glowing violet. Her flawless skin darkened to a moonless black, runes of ice and shadow spreading across her arms. An aura of despair leaked from her like a flood.
Even Kent turned, startled. This form... it didn’t just channel energy, it devoured it. It was not a transformation of strength—but sacrifice.
"Neela..."
She rose above the battlefield, hands stretched wide. Around her, the ocean dropped in temperature so suddenly that even the abyss began to shiver. Steam hissed. Coral cracked.
Then came the Ice Barrier.
From Neela’s body, a sheet of midnight ice blasted forward, spanning all the way from her floating position to the maw of the Forbidden Cave. It wasn’t just ice. It was infused will—her life, her defiance.
The wall shimmered with ethereal light, repelling incoming spells, holding back pursuers, choking off enemy movement.
"GO!" she screamed.
Kent wasted no time.
His dragon form pulsed briefly beneath his golden armor as he crouched low.
And then, like a bolt of thunder, he ran.
He dashed over the broken coral, past the fallen warriors and swirling sea debris. His feet beat across the hardened ocean floor. Spells hissed around him but found no target. Neela’s barrier held.
His breath steady. Bow in hand. Jojo, the serpent-dagger, slithering silently around his arm.
Ahead—the cave.
It yawned open like the mouth of a slumbering titan, its interior radiating darkness that swallowed even spiritual light. Runes danced around its edges, reacting to his presence, beckoning... or warning.
Behind him, Neela’s transformation began to wane. Cracks spread across her skin, blood leaking from her eyes. But she remained standing, arms raised, protecting his passage.
Kent didn’t look back.
He reached the threshold.
And leapt.
The sea seemed to fall away. Gravity twisted. Light fled. Silence descended.
And Kent vanished into the maw of the abyss.
Neela collapsed. But she smiled.
"I did it."
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Note: Tq guys!
