The coral moonlight shimmered through the silk curtains of Neela's chamber, casting pearlescent reflections across the walls. The faint sound of flowing water and whispering wind brushed the atmosphere with a quiet stillness.
Neela lay unconscious, her breath now steady, though faint—her skin returning to its radiant, bluish glow. The poison had receded, but her soul still drifted in silent recovery.
And in that silence, Kent sat cross-legged, his gaze fixed on the Memory Crystal he had received from the Sky Naga.
A faint pulse echoed from the crystal, as if alive, beating in sync with some ancient rhythm. Kent took a deep breath and placed it at the center of his palm.
"Arch-Magus," he whispered, his eyes narrowing. "Let me witness your path."
A surge of warm light engulfed his vision.
The world blurred, shifting and twisting into a sea of blood and steel.
BOOM!
