SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Celestial Light Mountain…

On the highest peak, where the air was sharp and cold, Kent stood alone. His cauldron hovered behind him, its dragon etchings faintly aglow, humming with the resonance of a living spirit.

He tilted his head, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the silence. “Come out.”

The night answered with stillness.

Kent’s eyes narrowed, his hand brushing the hilt of his heavenly-sword. He spoke again, louder this time, his tone carrying both challenge and certainty. “You’ve been following me since the trial ended. Do you think I wouldn’t notice? Step out, or I will drag you out.”

A ripple distorted the air. Shadows split apart like silk torn by a blade, and the Yellow-Blossom River-Prince emerged. His robes were a deep blue, stitched with golden rivers that seemed to flow with living light. Behind him, a faint phantom of a colossal water serpent coiled, its scales shimmering with qi.

“Kent King.” The prince’s voice was smooth, but his eyes burned. “You are either foolish or bold to summon me like this.”

Kent’s lips curved faintly. “Neither. I’m simply tired of rats crawling in the dark. If you want something, speak plainly.”

The prince’s eyes flickered to the hovering cauldron. Desire sharpened his features, erasing all traces of courtesy. “That cauldron. It is mine.”

Kent chuckled, low and cold. “Yours? Then come and take it.”

The prince’s expression darkened. “I will. I offered you wealth, influence, a place beside me. You spat on it. Now, I’ll take it over your corpse.”

Water surged around him, condensing into blades and whips that lashed at the night air. The ground beneath his feet shimmered, runes of the River Clan flaring like tidal currents.

Kent drew his sword, its edge gleaming with sea-god light. “Then stop talking.”

The clash was instant.

The prince lashed forward, his whip of condensed water snapping with the sound of cracking thunder. Kent’s blade moved in a crescent arc—Crescent Tide Slash—cutting the whip apart. Sparks of qi sprayed like shattered stars.

“Good,” the prince muttered, eyes narrowing. He spun his hands, condensing water into spears that shot forward like arrows. Each spear hissed with corrosive power.

Kent’s sword danced, releasing arcs of silvery-blue energy that cleaved spear after spear. He stepped forward, his immortal earth magus aura blazing.

“Sea God’s Second Form—Wavefall Severance!” Kent’s sword dropped like a falling tide, splitting the earth. The peak trembled, cracks spiderwebbing beneath them.

The prince snarled, countering with a swirling dome of water—River Sovereign Shell—that absorbed the strike and burst outward, sending Kent sliding back across the cliff’s edge.

“Impressive for a new heir,” the prince sneered. “But you cannot match me. My river flows eternal. Your waves will break.”

Kent’s eyes glinted. “You mistake patience for weakness.”

He lifted his sword, the air trembling as he invoked the Heaven-Severing Sword Art. The blade flashed, cutting the very air. Space split open in jagged lines as though reality itself was a curtain slashed by divine steel.

The prince’s eyes widened as the tear ripped through his shield, nicking his shoulder. Blood splattered across his robe, hissing as it hit the ground.

“You dare—!” he roared. His water serpent phantom surged, coiling around him, its roar shaking the peak. Torrents of liquid qi poured from his palms, flooding the mountain top in a surging tide.

Kent leaped into the air, balancing on a blade of light, his sword arcs carving through the waves. But the prince’s attacks came faster, thicker, like rivers in flood. Kent slashed again and again, his movements clean, precise, but the water pressed harder.

“Drown!” the prince bellowed, thrusting forward. A colossal wave, shaped like a dragon’s maw, crashed upward.

Kent’s sword blazed. “Heaven-Severing—Second Sever!” The slash tore the dragon apart, lightning streaking through the rift. But the shock threw Kent backward, skidding near the cliff edge.

The prince grinned viciously. “Even heaven’s edge will blunt before my river. You are strong, but you are not me.”

Kent steadied himself, his chest rising and falling. Then, slowly, he sheathed his sword.

The prince’s brows furrowed. “Giving up?”

Kent’s eyes narrowed, cold fire in their depths. “No. I’m done playing with swords.”

He lifted his hand. His cauldron hummed, sinking back into the void of his spirit ring. In its place, a bow of radiant azure light formed, shimmering with runes of storm and sea. His heavenly bow.

The prince froze, his smirk faltering. “So the rumors were true…”

Kent pulled the bowstring, and energy condensed into a crescent-shaped arrow of pure lightning. The air crackled, ozone burning sharp in their lungs.

“First Arrow—Stormpierce.”

The arrow screamed forward, splitting waves and shattering shields, slamming into the prince’s chest. He staggered, coughing blood, his serpent phantom shrieking in pain.

The prince’s fury ignited. “You dare wound me?! I am heir of the river! I will drown you in my veins!”

He surged forward, water coalescing into countless blades.

Kent drew again. “Second Arrow—Moonfall.” A pale silver arrow shot forth, curved like a crescent moon, slicing through dozens of blades at once.

The prince countered with a roar, condensing his entire aura into a single, enormous spear of water. He hurled it with both hands, the force splitting the sky.

Kent’s eyes sharpened. He pulled the bowstring back further than before, his aura blazing like a storm god reborn. Lightning, fire, and storm condensed into one blinding arrow. Updates are released by novel✦fire.net

“Third Arrow—Sky-Breaker.”

The clash shook the heavens. The arrows and spear collided, the impact detonating into a dome of storm and river qi. The mountain top shattered, boulders raining down into the valleys below.

The shockwave flung both men backward. Kent spun, landing hard against the fractured cliff. The prince staggered, blood dripping, his serpent phantom barely clinging to form.

They locked eyes, neither willing to yield.

Then the ground split beneath them. Cracks widened, devouring stone. Space itself twisted, the seals carved into the mountain shattering under the strain of their power.

A yawning void opened, darkness swirling with fragments of shattered qi.

Both men fell.

The prince roared, water surging to hold him aloft, but the void’s pull dragged him down. Kent steadied his bow, lightning crackling across his body as he tried to resist. But the rift swallowed both, their figures vanishing into darkness.

Above, the mountain peak lay in ruins, disciples rushing toward the devastation, their cries echoing through the night.

But of Kent and the prince—there was no sign. Only the swirling void, slowly sealing shut, leaving behind silence and dread.

The battle had ended not in victory, but in disappearance.

Suspense hung heavy in the night air.

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Let’s meet at “Supreme Arch Magus 2”

Author’s Closing Note

The journey of Supreme Arch Magus finally reaches its end. As I write this, I cannot help but look back at every step Kent King has taken—from his humble beginnings, from the shadows of ridicule and betrayal, to his rise as the Golden Heir, the wielder of Nirvana Flame, and the man who stood unshaken against the tide of nations.

This was not a simple story of battles and spells. It was a story of persistence, of defiance, of refusing to bow one’s head even when the world demanded it. Kent’s path was never smooth, and in that way, perhaps, his journey reflects all of ours. Who among us has not faced disbelief? Who has not been mocked for dreaming too high? And yet, like Kent, we walk forward, daring to say: the sky never bows.

Writing this novel has been both a challenge and a blessing. There were nights I wrestled with scenes that refused to take form, mornings where I doubted whether this tale would hold meaning for anyone beyond myself. And then—there was you. Each of you who chose to read, who waited for the next chapter, who shared excitement, who questioned, who argued, who celebrated. You gave this story life beyond my imagination. Without you, Kent’s roar would have echoed in an empty void. With you, it became thunder heard across seven nations.

For that, I owe you more than words can capture. Thank you—for your patience, for your faith, for your passion. Thank you for walking beside me, for letting Kent’s struggles and triumphs be part of your days. Every time you turned a page, you made this story matter.

But though this is an ending, it is not the ending.

Kent’s journey is far from over. The Academy trials, the Memory Pond, the awakened cauldron, the endless rivalries, the storms yet to come—all of these are only fragments of the greater truth. What lies beyond the void where Kent and the Prince fell? What awaits in the higher realms, where even gods whisper with caution? Those answers cannot remain in silence.

And so, this world will open once more.

The sequel will rise under the name: Supreme Arch Magus II.

If Supreme Arch Magus was the storm that shook the mortal mountains, then the sequel will be the tempest that dares to split the heavens themselves. New allies will come, new enemies will rise, old bonds will be tested, and Kent will walk a path that even the gods fear to tread. His bow has yet to reveal its final song, his cauldron has only begun to awaken, and his fate—as dragon lord, as heir, as magus—has not yet reached its true peak.

But beyond all the grandeur, I promise you this: the heart of Kent’s story will remain. His defiance, his love, his struggles, his unyielding laughter in the face of despair—these will guide every chapter that follows.

This farewell is heavy, yet it is also hopeful. Heavy, because it is hard to say goodbye to a part of me that has lived in these words for so long. Hopeful, because I know the road ahead is brighter, louder, and fiercer than anything we have yet seen.

To every reader who stayed until this very last page, I bow—not in surrender, but in gratitude. You are the true foundation of this story. You are the unseen companions who fought beside Kent in every battle. And when I sit to write again, when I breathe life into the sequel, know that I will carry your presence with me.

So let us not call this the end. Let us call this a pause, a breath before the next storm. The tale of Kent King does not fade here. It only gathers strength, like thunderclouds before lightning.

When the first chapter of Supreme Arch Magus II arrives, I hope you will be there once more—ready to walk with him into realms uncharted, ready to defy the heavens, ready to see what lies beyond even the sky.

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