SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS-Chapter 720 : Poison God on Action!

9 Realms…

All the Realms were buzzing with chatter, laughter, and the occasional cheer in celebration. Many rich families were happy about the victory of the 9 Realms Association.

The glass orbs present across every household, palace, and market square glowed constantly, showing images and news crafted to amplify the association's dominance.

Jason Mama had spared no expense in ensuring the narrative favored him and his forces. He purposefully bribed many for positive news. Pictures of the captured Vice Leader of the Wind Fan Faction, Ileana, and King Ragnar of the Frost Nation were plastered everywhere.

"Another enemy falls," declared one of the orbs' glowing projections, accompanied by triumphant music. "Jason Mama and the 9 Realms Association restore order, eliminate chaos, and bring balance once more."

In the bustling marketplace of the blue planet, a wealthy merchant leaned over his counter and addressed a group of eager listeners. "I told you! The sworn wizards were no match for the association," he said with a smug grin. "We must support Jason Mama; the man knows how to secure peace."

"I've already sent wealth to his cause," another merchant chimed in. "Better to be on the winning side than waste time sympathizing with those rebels."

The words echoed across the realms. Rich families that had once hesitated to take sides were now sending caravans filled with wealth to Jason Mama's camp, solidifying his influence even further.

Meanwhile, the sworn wizards, reduced to a fraction of their original strength, were confined to a small area on the outskirts of the No Man Island. Their morale was shattered, and confusion hung in the air like a suffocating mist. Wizards whispered among themselves in hushed tones, their voices tinged with frustration and fear.

"What do we do now?" one soldier asked, his hands trembling as he clutched his staff.

"Madam Clark has been in isolation for days," another muttered. "Without her guidance, we're like sheep waiting to be slaughtered."

The once-unified sworn wizards were now a fragmented group, plagued by doubt and internal chaos. Soldiers wandered aimlessly, wizards debated futile strategies, and healers tended to the wounded with grim expressions. The absence of clear orders left everyone paralyzed.

Inside her isolated chamber, Madam Clark sat in silence, her eyes closed as she meditated on their next move. The weight of their losses bore heavily on her shoulders, but her mind raced with plans and contingencies. She knew one thing for certain—this war was far from over.

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SPIRIT WORLD…

Far from the chaos of the 9 Realms, Kent's Eternal Musical Hall glided gracefully through the skies, eventually reaching the sacred Mount Meru.

The mountain stood tall and proud, its snow-capped peaks piercing the clouds and radiating a tranquil energy.

The companions, including Jean, Gunji Zing, Fatty Ben, Mohini, and Ruby, gathered on the edge of the hall to marvel at the breathtaking view.

"This place feels... different," Jean whispered, her voice filled with awe.

"It's said to be the most spiritually charged place in the spirit world," Gunji explained.

Kent stood silently at the center of the mountain top, his eyes fixed on the golden feather he had retrieved from the Shrine of Eternal Sands. Its radiant glow pulsated faintly, as if it held the secrets of life itself.

"What are you going to do with it?" Gunji Zing asked, breaking the silence.

Kent held up the feather, its glow reflecting in his determined eyes. "I'm going to burn it and extract its essence for Sparky's evolution."

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The companions stepped back as Kent summoned the pure alchemy flames. The azure-colored fire roared to life in midair, its heat palpable even from a distance. The flames danced with a strange rhythm, almost as if they were alive.

Carefully, Kent placed the feather into the flames. It resisted at first, its golden glow intensifying as it fought against the fire.

But Kent, with a focused mind, chanted softly under his breath, guiding the flames to subdue the feather's resistance. Slowly, the feather began to melt, its golden radiance blending with the azure flames.

Beads of sweat formed on Kent's forehead as he manipulated the fire's temperature, ensuring it stayed steady. "The purity of the flames must match the purity of the feather's essence," he muttered, his hands moving in intricate gestures.

After what felt like an eternity, the feather dissolved completely, leaving behind three shimmering drops of golden liquid. The companions gasped as the drops hovered in the air, glowing with an ethereal light.

Kent carefully guided the golden drops into a small crystal vial and approached Sparky. The baby dragon looked up at him with innocent, curious eyes. "This is for you," Kent said softly, pouring the liquid into Sparky's open mouth.

Sparky swallowed the essence and let out a small, happy roar. The companions cheered, their spirits lifted by the sight of the dragon's excitement.

The joy was short-lived. By midnight, Sparky's cheerful demeanor had changed. The baby dragon began thrashing on the mountaintop, letting out pained roars that echoed through the night. Its small body glowed faintly, but the glow was unstable, flickering like a dying flame.

"What's happening to him?" Mohini asked, panic evident in her voice.

"I don't know," Kent replied, his face etched with worry. "But this was expected. Evolution is never an easy process."

The companions, afraid of the growing intensity of Sparky's roars, retreated to the safety of the musical hall, leaving Kent alone with the dragon. Kent knelt beside Sparky, his hand gently resting on its trembling form. "It's all part of the process, Hold on... You're stronger than this pain," he whispered.

Unbeknownst to Kent, a shadow moved in the skies above. The Poison God, cloaked in darkness, hovered silently at a distance, observing the scene with calculating eyes. He watched as Kent tended to Sparky, his expression unreadable.

"So, this is why you came here," the Poison God muttered to himself. "Let's see if your dragon can survive this trial. If it does, I will kill both of you in crucial time."

The Poison God's presence went unnoticed as Kent focused entirely on Sparky. The dragon's roars continued to pierce the night, a haunting symphony that echoed through the valleys of Mount Meru.

The Poison God vanishing into the shadows, leaving behind an air of foreboding as Kent and Sparky face the trial of evolution alone under the vast, starry-sky.