Sea ancestral temple...
Waves crashed in rhythmic harmony outside, but inside Kent's chamber, he was calmly cultivating like a sage.
"Bang"
Someone directly slammed the Kent's chamber door with a loud noise. Kent woke up with a curious look.
The heavy doors creaked open. Kent didn't look up. He already sensed the pressure in the hallway shift like a blade being slowly drawn.
Then came the voice. Calm. Clipped. Controlled.
"You seem to be resting well after three nights of playing healer."
Kent finally saw the face.
Varun stood at the threshold, back straight like a carved pillar, hands clasped behind. His robes shimmered with azure scales—a symbol of his elite status in the Naga clan. But it wasn't his posture or his power that made the moment stiff. It was his eyes. Deep, silent, and cold as the ocean trenches.
Beside him stood a woman.
