Kent’s eyes locked onto the head wizard. In one swift motion, Kent snapped his fingers, and a small spark of fire shot from his hand. The spark traced a perfect ground circle around him and his pets, forming a barrier of flickering flames.
“If you want my dragon, get past this fire ring alive. I won’t mind surrendering to you then.” Kent said in a leisurely tone while looking at the head wizard.
The ring of fire appeared ordinary, dying even to the onlookers. But the head wizard, suspicious and unwilling to be outdone, extended his spear forward to test the flames.
The moment the tip of the spear touched the fire, the metal began to sizzle, then corrode, the weapon disintegrating as if consumed by hell fire. The spear melted away in seconds, molten droplets hitting the ground with a hiss. Panic shot through the wizard’s veins, and he hurriedly tossed the weapon aside, terrified that the flames would spread to his body.
“Wahhh…!!!”
“What kind of fire is this…?!”
“It just melted the sworn weapon of the crest wizard!”
Loud gasps rippled through the crowd as they witnessed the magical spear, a weapon imbued with enchantments by the Doom family themselves, melt like wax in the face of Kent’s origin nirvanic flame.
Even the head wizard couldn’t hide the shock in his eyes, though he tried to mask it with anger. The spear was a family crest weapon, forged with the finest magic, and yet here it was, reduced to nothing.
No one realized that they were standing before Nirvanic Flames, one of the most devastating fires in existence, capable of burning anything to ash.
For a long, tense moment, no one dared approach the ring of fire. The onlookers were frozen in place, their eyes wide with disbelief. The wizards stationed around the gate exchanged nervous glances, unsure of what to do next.
The head wizard, however, recovered his composure quickly. His pride wounded, he refused to back down. “Do you think this fire can save you?” he sneered, his voice loud and commanding. “Everyone, raise your spears and ready your spells! We will not let this criminal escape! Attack on my command!”
The wizards readied their weapons and began chanting the incantations for their spells. The onlookers hurriedly backed away, sensing the danger.
Jabil, standing at Kent’s side, growled in frustration. “Master, these idiots won’t learn their lesson. Give your command, and I’ll burn them all to the ground!” His fiery eyes blazed with the same intensity as the flames circling them.
Kent didn’t even flinch, his gaze still fixed on the head wizard with calm disdain. “Don’t waste your breath on them,” he replied coolly. He watched as the head wizard glared back at him, his face twisting with anger and arrogance.
With a flourish of his hand, the head wizard finally shouted, “Attack!”
But before a single spell could be unleashed, a booming voice echoed through the sky.
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“Stop it!”
The commanding tone rang out, silencing the wizards mid-action. Everyone’s heads turned toward the source, and within moments, a hornet-shaped flying beast descended, carrying an elegant woman upon its back. The creature landed softly, its wings still humming as the woman dismounted with graceful ease.
Dressed in lavish, revealing clothing that clung to her curvaceous figure, she radiated an aura of power and beauty. Golden decorations adorned her hair and neck, and her eyes sparkled playfulness. She was the kind of woman that made men stop and stare, but not a single person in the crowd dared to meet her gaze directly.
The wizards, who had moments ago been readying their spells, instantly lowered their weapons and bowed in unison. Even the head wizard bent low, his tone changing as he spoke with deference.
“Princess,” he greeted, his voice submissive. “This servant is at your command.”
The princess’s eyes, sharp and calculating, moved over the scene before her. She took in the sight of the fire ring, the melted spear, and the masked stranger at the center of it all. But there was no fear in her expression, only curiosity and amusement. With a slow, deliberate step, she approached the head wizard.
“What is the meaning of this? Why are you attacking an outsider?” she asked, her voice smooth as silk but laced with a quiet authority that made everyone tremble.
The head wizard gulped. “This masked man, Princess, he—he was causing trouble. He refuses to show identification, and he carries a dangerous beast. I was simply doing my duty to protect the city.”
The princess’s eyes flickered toward Kent, her gaze lingering on the baby dragon in his arms. A soft smile played at her lips.
“Is that so?” she mused. Then, turning to Kent, she raised an eyebrow.
“You… Do you know what could have happened if I had come a little late?” She questioned Kent while observing Kent from head to toe with curious looks.
“I know, that bald guy beside you could have died already.” Kent looked pointedly at the head wizard, whose face twisted with a mix of anger and fear.
The princess, momentarily perplexed by Kent’s carefree attitude. She stared into Kent’s eyes, but she didn’t find a bit of fear in them.
“Do you believe me now, princess? I’m just arresting this bastard,” the head wizard snarled through clenched teeth, his face turning a sickly shade of red.
Before she could respond, a weak voice called from the ground. “Princess…”
It was the wizard who had fallen unconscious due to Kent’s earlier slap. Slowly, he regained consciousness, his voice barely above a whisper. “He… he came with Frost family lady Lily. He is our-enemy.”
The princess’s expression shifted instantly, her eyes narrowing as she turned her full attention to Kent, now with a serious and hostile gaze.
Already a large number of wizards gathered around due to the presence of the princess.
“Raise your weapons and beat this bastard without leaving a bone!” Her voice rang out, sharp and commanding.