Meanwhile, deeper within the forging sanctum, Muni Naga stood hunched over a wide bronze table, his eight arms working tirelessly over three jade quivers laid neatly in a spiral pattern. These were not ordinary quivers—they were Immortal Quivers, each engraved with flowing golden runes and lined with thread from the lungs of Sky Serpents.
"They must become conduits—extensions of Kent's will." Muni Naga muttered to himself, sweat glistening on his wrinkled blue skin.
He raised a sealed obsidian jar, uncorking it carefully. A faint green mist escaped, and with it, the scent of age and death.
Ancestor Myrrh Resin—the lifeblood of an extinct world tree—was one of the rarest ingredients in his vault. One drop alone was said to power a mid-tier artifact for a decade.
And he was using entire vials.
