The echo of Kent's draconic transformation still lingered in the air, silent but powerful — like a divine ripple left in a sacred pond.
Muni Naga sat down slowly on the stone bench beside his anvil, gazing at the dimming forge as though it held secrets older than memory. His voice, when it came, was softer… heavy with knowing.
"So… the Second Princess brought you here. Said it was meant for the Naga clan?"
Kent nodded. "She said I was the only one who could endure the trial… but never told me what the task was. Only that it had to be done before the Golden Heir Tournament."
Muni Naga was silent for a long breath.
Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of centuries, he spoke.
"Let me tell you a tale… one buried even among the sea races. The truth behind the Sea God Legacy."
He gestured, and a small crystal orb drifted out of a side cabinet, hovering before them. Mist swirled within, slowly painting images in soft blue light.
