Deep beneath the surface world of empires and tournaments, where sunlight had long been forgotten, Kent was playing with forge fire.
It had been over two weeks since the Eternal Furnace roared awake.
The hidden forge of the Ancestral Naga Clan, long buried in silence, now breathed again — not just fire, but purpose. Its heart glowed like molten gold, and at its edge, drenched in sweat and soot, stood a young man shaping his destiny piece by piece.
The old Naga sat unmoving in his crafting chamber, surrounded by jade slates, glowing spirit markers, and delicate silver threads that hovered mid-air — suspended by spell-formation arrays.
He hadn't spoken much in days. His thoughts were absorbed in the ancient calculations needed to complete the design for the Immortal Quivers — artifacts that could generate and store spell arrows, each infused with elemental domains.
Kent didn't disturb him.
He didn't need to.
