SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

“Tung…” Tung… “Tung…”

The metal made clicking sounds against the hard Rocks of the underground prison. The beastman almost completed their job and were very close to reaching the targeted place.

As the two incomplete paths for the decoy were completed, all the five beast men were working hard in the main tunnel which is originating from the White wood tree trunk. They were working hard to finish the task before Kent returns from the forbidden island of the Dragon Lord.

Meanwhile, Jamba Zi, the human with a boar head, perked his ears. The sounds of metal classing against stones felt like music to his ears. The hope of escaping this torment and taking revenge on the Quinn family ignited his heart’s desire.

“Faster… harder…” he muttered through clenched teeth, his voice barely a growl as he urged the others on.

“”””Tunggggg….”””””

Then, a loud clang reverberated through the tunnel, louder and more ominous than before.

“Stop!” commanded the lead beastman, his ears pricking up as he moved to inspect the source of the sound. His keen senses detected something unusual about the rectangular green stone blocking their way. He pressed his ear to its cool surface, eyes narrowing as he deciphered the enchantments woven into it.

“This stone isn’t ordinary,” he whispered, “It’s enchanted. There might be a hidden prison cell behind this.”

Another beastman leaned forward, his eyes wide with apprehension. “But… this wasn’t in the original map. Did we miss something?”

The lead beastman shook his head. “No. This chamber was deliberately left out. Whoever built this place didn’t want anyone finding it. But it’s here, hidden right beneath us. Except for this, the entire place is exactly like in the map.”

One of the younger beastmen shifted uneasily, glancing around the dim tunnel. “Should we keep working? If it’s not part of the map…”

“We were given a mission,” the lead beastman snapped, his voice low and fierce. “We don’t stop just because we hit a mystery. Our orders are to clear this path. So stabilize the area; we’ll remove the stone when our master arrives.”

Jamba Zi, who had been listening, growled in frustration, his rough voice echoing down the tunnel. “No… no… don’t stop. Keep smashing! Break through! Release me!” His shouts went unheeded, and in his rage, he roared at the walls, only to be burned back by a roaring pillar of flame.

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Meanwhile, in the air, on the highest peak of the five sacred mountains, Prince Phillip Quinn hovered midair, his arms extended as he fought to control the swirling energies around him.

He had been attempting to learn the Sun Moon Eclipse Arrows art for days, a legacy spell of the Quinn family, and yet the mountains resisted him at every turn. He gritted his teeth in frustration, his pride smarting as he realized that his brother’s method would not work for him.

“Why?” he muttered, clenching his fists, his voice carrying through the stillness of the mountain peak. “Why does it refuse me?” He knew well enough why—the mountains would only yield the spell to one of true Quinn blood.

And he, despite all his schemes, was not truly a Quinn and more than that his bloodline took some beastly features which made the same trick used by his brother useless to Phillip.

Anger and desperation twisted in his chest until, at last, he placed a hand over his heart, summoning the presence hidden within him.

In a flash, the sky above him darkened, thunder rumbling in response to his summons. The massive projection of the Forbidden Goddess of Destruction and Death materialized before him, her image filling the air with an eerie light.

She was terrifying, with fangs bared, her tongue lolling out between razor-sharp teeth. Her eight arms bore weapons in one hand and trophies of her victories—bones and body parts—in the other. Her eyes glowed with a fierce crimson light, exuding an aura of terrifying power.

Phill looked up,swallowing hard as he dropped to his knees, bowing his head low. “Oh, mighty Goddess, your servant humbly requests your guidance. I must learn the Sun Moon Eclipse Arrows to claim my place in the Quinn family. Even though I am not of their blood… I must prove myself.”

The Goddess’s laughter rumbled through the heavens like distant thunder, cold and mocking. “Pitiful human,” she said, her voice like molten iron. “You come to me once again with another petty request? Have you learned nothing from my warnings? You seek to use my power for trivial matters.”

Phill’s eyes remained lowered, but his voice was resolute. “Please, my goddess. This is not trivial to me. To secure my future, I must possess this power. I am willing to do whatever it takes.” Discover hidden content at My Virtual Library Empire

The Goddess’s gaze narrowed, her crimson eyes scrutinizing him. “This is your eighteenth request, out of the thirty-three you were allotted. Do you remember the price of your foolishness, my dog servant?” Her voice held an edge of menace.

Phill nodded, his face determined. “Yes, my soul will be yours after the thirty-third request. I have accepted my fate.”

The Goddess’s eyes glinted with satisfaction. “Very well, Phillip. I will grant your wish, but understand, every desire you pursue will bring you closer to my grip. You are a puppet to my will, and I will one day collect.”

She extended one of her terrible arms, pointing toward the blazing peak of Fire Mountain. A faint glow began to emanate from the rocks, ancient symbols illuminating across the ground like a hidden map.

Phill bit his lip, his brow furrowing. “Thank you, my goddess,” he said, his voice trembling with gratitude and fear.

“Do not thank me yet, fool,” she replied, her fangs bared in a menacing grin. With a wave of her arm, she sent a surge of energy down into the mountain, and Phill could feel it resonate deep within him.

The symbols on the ground glowed brighter, and the spell’s knowledge seeped into his mind, filling him with the forbidden magic he craved.

He gritted his teeth as the information pulsed within him, the intense power of the Sun Moon Eclipse Arrows overwhelming his senses. He was close to losing himself, but he held on, refusing to let the magic slip through his grasp.

As he stabilized the energy within himself, he felt the gaze of the Goddess upon him, her voice low and mocking. “You will need more than just this power to survive your enemies. But no matter how far you go, remember that every step you take is one closer to your demise. Soon, you will be mine.”

Phill nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. “If I can secure my place, then you can take whatever is left of me when the time comes.”

The Goddess laughed, a cruel sound that sent a chill down his spine. “Very well, then. I look forward to collecting what’s mine.”

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