Divine Herb Forest…
Fire Mountain…
The golden drops of elixir sank into the wound like a ray of dawn light piercing the darkness. For a breathless moment, the entire mountaintop stood still, watching in awe. As the mixture touched the venom-blackened wound on the Naga Ancestor's neck, a divine light flared—soft, warm, and impossibly radiant.
Then, like fire spreading through dry grass, the wound began to vanish. The blackened flesh hissed, cracked, and crumbled away like shed skin. Fresh, unmarred scales emerged—gleaming gold, dazzling even under the blazing sky. The golden aura spread like ripples, each inch of corrupted skin shedding and transforming, as though the Naga Ancestor were being reborn in the light of a new age.
