In the heart of the now-stilled trial realm, after the storm of emotion, pain, and redemption had passed, a silence descended—deep, sacred, eternal.
From the golden mist above, a radiant serpentine figure slowly descended.
She was no longer just a pair of eyes in the dark.
The Sky Naga had revealed her true form.
A majestic serpent stretching hundreds of meters in length, her shimmering sapphire scales bore the marks of countless divine patterns. Her head resembled a celestial dragon, crowned by nine ivory horns and a luminous crest that burned like a second sun.
Her eyes, calm and deep as the celestial sea, looked at Kent with a newfound expression: Respect.
Kent, still seated on the cracked ground, stood up quietly. His robes were torn. His hair matted. His aura calm—yet beneath it burned a fierce golden brilliance, barely contained.
The Sky Naga floated before him, coiling gracefully in mid-air like a river of stars.
