But then… Muni Naga walked to the final quiver — the smallest of the three.
It was thin, metallic, and shaped almost like an armored greave — built to attach to the side of the ankle or calf. Dark red in color with ancient glyphs carved deep into its sides.
"This one… you didn't ask for."
Kent blinked. "I… didn't know I needed one."
"That's because no one talks about these," Muni Naga said, eyes narrowing. "This is a Forbidden Quiver. Only carries seven arrows. Each one must be placed manually. And each arrow must be imbued with a forbidden or unstable spell."
Kent crouched to examine it. The glyphs were dense and twisted — more primal than the elegant runes of the other two.
"I forged this for moments when nothing else works. For spells that gods would rather not be remembered."
"It straps to your ankle and locks with spiritual recognition. A subtle command unlocks the hold. You fire from this when all reason fails."
Kent exhaled slowly.
"Why seven arrows?"
