SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Lily stared at Kent for a long moment, trying to decipher what he was doing. This wasn't the same Kent she had known before.

Something had changed—his focus, his determination, even his interactions with her had become distant, as if his mind was consumed by something far greater than the immediate concerns of their world.

Finally, with a reluctant sigh, Lily turned away, her heart heavy with frustration and doubt. Over the past few days, she had noticed several things about Kent.

King Ragnar had taken him so easily, accepting him without question, something she had never anticipated. It unsettled her, this sudden closeness between the king and Kent. Why had Ragnar accepted Kent so quickly? Why did Ragnar allow Kent to participate in the Honor Justice fight without knowing his strength?

As she walked away, Lily couldn't shake the irritation bubbling within her. Kent wasn't paying her any attention, never showing any interest beyond the realm's affairs or his cultivation.

He hadn't even tried to engage with her on a personal level. Also, Why had King Ragnar agreed so readily to Kent's decision to train the 20,000 supreme Mages? Why was everything falling into place for him so effortlessly?

"Hello… Sister, what happened? You seem… distracted!" Thea hurriedly stopped Lily at the entrance of the herb garden and asked.

"Nothing… let's go. It's already late." Lily said calmly, hiding the turmoil inside her thoughts.

"Wait… what happened inside? Did Kent show any interest?" Thea asked wth a doubtful look.

"What interest? He didn't even take a good look at me." Lily replied angrily and strode forward.

Thea stood there, watching the back of Lily. For some reason she felt very happy that Kent ignored Lily. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Back at the center of the garden. His mind was solely on the pill before him. Hours passed as he continued to refine the brew, the flames of the cauldron growing hotter, turning a deep, menacing red.

The poison pill within began to take shape as Kent added the final ingredients. The scent of rare herbs mixed with the bitter tang of poison, creating an atmosphere so thick it was almost suffocating.

Jabil, Ruby, Kavi, and the baby dragon watched in silent awe as Kent, after five grueling hours of intense labor, finally brought the process to its completion.

The cauldron hissed and spat as Kent lowered his hands, the flames slowly dying down. Hovering within the cauldron's depths was a single, dark pill—its surface gleaming like black jade, exuding a deadly aura.

Kent let out a deep breath, sweat glistening on his brow. He reached into the cauldron with a practiced hand, plucking the poison pill from within.

"It's done," Kent murmured, as a cold smile formed on his face.

But even as the flames of the Phoenix Cauldron died down, the herb garden was still in a scorched state. Kent, after placing the cauldron inside the storage ring, began healing the herb garden back to its previous state.

After settling everything, Kent went to his room to prepare for a journey.

The early morning light filtered through the dense mist surrounding the Frost family's palace. In the heart of the open grounds, thousands of workers moved with swift precision, preparing a massive, circular training arena at an astonishing pace.

The ground rumbled as heavy stone slabs were laid in place, and the clang of hammers echoed in the cool air. Standing at the edge of the construction, King Ragnar observed the workers with a quiet intensity. Beside him, Kent stood still, his eyes focused on the half-completed battlefield.

Kent's brow furrowed as he spoke, his voice breaking the quiet tension of the morning. "So, why did you call me here so early, Uncle? Lily said this was important... Where exactly are you taking me?"

His gaze lingered on the construction below, watching the workers as they moved like ants, setting the stage for the trials that lay ahead.

King Ragnar turned toward him, a somber look crossing his face. "It is important. You've been training hard, but I fear you still don't fully understand what's at stake in the Trident Summit."

Kent raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the seriousness in Ragnar's tone. "What do you mean?"

Ragnar stepped closer to the edge of the grounds, his eyes scanning the landscape. "The Trident Summit is not just some tournament. It's a massive task set in three different trials. The families don't just compete for honor—they compete for the future of their bloodlines.

Each Trident summit is structured into three separate trials, with a Spear hidden in each. The family that finds and wins all three Spears can combine them into a Trident, giving them ultimate victory.

But here's the catch— as one family can't win three trials, the final battle requires each family to send only ten fighters to claim the others' Spears. A knockout battle for survival."

Kent nodded thoughtfully, understanding the stakes but still unsure why he was summoned. "I understand that much. But... What's different this time? And where are you taking me today?"

Ragnar's gaze turned sharp, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "This time, things have changed. Your father, Ryan, that is my brother, has decided to raise the stakes. He's made an unprecedented decision to unseal the Ancient War Ground of the Gods for the first trial."

Kent's eyes widened in surprise. "The War Ground of the Gods? Is it dangerous?"

"It's more than dangerous. That place has been sealed for ages. No one dares to go near it, not even the strongest of mages. I honestly don't know why your father chose that place." Ragnar said with a deep thoughtful look.

Kent fell silent, processing the enormity of what Ragnar had just revealed. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice steady but laced with curiosity. "And what exactly lies inside this War Ground? What are we supposed to expect?"

Ragnar's expression darkened, and for a moment, he seemed lost in thought, as if recalling something buried deep in history.

"No one truly knows. There are only stories—old tales passed down through generations. They say the War Ground is a place of horrors, filled with beasts and abominations that have survived since the fall of the gods.

Some say there are treasures—artifacts of unimaginable power, weapons that belonged to the gods themselves. But... All of this is speculation. The truth is, no one has survived long enough to return with any real answers."

Kent's eyes narrowed. "So, I'm going to go there before the summit to get a feel for the place? To see what dangers lie ahead?"

Ragnar nodded. "Precisely. I want you to see it with your own eyes. To understand what kind of place we're dealing with. You may be powerful, Kent, but the War Ground is not something we can take lightly."

Kent turned his gaze back to the training ground, watching as the workers continued to toil away. After a long moment, he gave a small nod. "Alright, let's go."

Ragnar clapped him on the shoulder, his face breaking into a proud smile. "Good. We leave now."

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