SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The area outside the ancient War Ground of the Gods was a carnival of celebration. A massive battlefield encircled by towering stone walls that blocked anyone from entering.

The ground trembled as the armies of 33 nations saluted, their family banners rippling in the wind. Supreme Wizards stood shoulder to shoulder, wearing powerful armour, carrying spirit weapons and ready for the battle that could shape their nations' fates for decades to come.

Above them all, the Royal Palace Master rose in the sky. His silver robes flowed unnaturally, untouched by the wind. He raised his staff high, and a beam of golden light shot into the sky, drawing the attention of every soldier, noble, and spectator below.

"Warriors of the 33 nations!" the Palace Master's voice boomed, amplified by magic so that it echoed across the vast expanse. "Today marks the beginning of the Trident Summit which will decide the future of all nations. You stand here not merely as soldiers but as carriers of your nations' honour and destiny."

Cheers erupted from the gathered armies, their voices mingling into a deafening roar. Yet many started with pale faces. More than half of them were going to die before the end of trident summit and every single one of them knew this truth.

The Palace Master's eyes swept across the sea of spectators. "To all spectators, this is sacred ground. Move to the stands designated for you. Interference of any kind will not be tolerated."

A line of Royal soldiers surged forward, herding the crowd into massive stands erected a safe distance away. The spectators grumbled but obeyed, their curiosity and desire to witness history outweighing any complaints.

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On the outskirts of the battlefield, gambling stalls were crowded with people. Merchants shouted odds, and bets were placed with feverish intensity. Shining superior mana stones exchanged hands so quickly it was almost impossible to keep track.

"The Stick family is unbeatable this time! Place your bets!" one merchant barked, holding up a betting slate.

"The Frost family is a dark horse! Don't underestimate them! Place your bets now!" another countered.

Millions of mana stones were traded every second, but most of the bets favoured the Stick family. Their army size and Princess Sony's ruthless allegiance made them the crowd's favourites.

As the spectators settled into their seats, the Palace Master raised his staff again. This time, a blazing red rune appeared in the air above him, its light cascading down onto the sealed gates of the War Ground.

"Royal Forbidden Army, Take action!" he commanded.

From the royal contingent, thousands of supreme wizards moved into formation. Their movements were synchronised, and each held a glowing talisman. Chanting in unison, they unleashed a torrent of destructive energy upon the ancient gates.

Kent, standing miles away from the battlefield, felt the vibrations in the air. He stood before the Great Wall of the War Ground, a shadowy figure cloaked in anticipation.

His eyes narrowed as he placed his hand on the fissure in the wall. "Just a little longer. The moment the seal breaks, I'll be inside." Kent whispered.

Back at the gates, the forbidden army's attacks intensified. Talisman after talisman detonated against the ancient seal, their combined power causing the tantric threads to ripple like a heatwave.

The spectators held their breath. The armies stood frozen. Time itself seemed to pause.

Then, with a deafening BOOM, the seal shattered. A shockwave of energy rippled outward, sending dust and debris flying into the air. The gates were still intact and closed, Only the seal was destroyed.

The instant the seal broke, Kent sprang into action. His body transformed with golden light as he activated the Inner Spirit Transformation of the Golden Body, his form becoming a Lion of raw power. With a single, earth-shattering punch, he struck the weak point in the wall.

The ancient stones crumbled as if it were paper, creating an opening just enough for him to crawl through. In the blink of an eye, Kent disappeared into the War Ground, unnoticed by any other person.

Inside, the war ground of gods, was a vast empty land filled with crumbling bones and crimons dust, towering statues of forgotten gods, and traps waiting to be triggered. Kent took a deep breath, his sharp eyes scanning for dangers. "Now the real game begins."

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Back at the gates, the first prince, Maxwell, appeared before gates, drawing the attention of the crowd. Clad in golden armour adorned with intricate runes, he prepared to launch the enchanted sphere following the tradition of the royal family.

The family who keeps the enchanted sphere in their possession after three days of war, will be proclaimed as winners. But the enchanted sphere has its own consciousness and is very hard to find first.

Maxwell received the Enchanted Sphere from the palace master and prepared to launch it into the war ground of gods.

"This is it. Once this sphere is released, the competition begins." Maxwell announced loudly to all the crowd before equipping onto his bow.

Maxwell raised his divine serpent bow, a treasure from the royal vault etched with glowing runes. The crowd erupted into cheers as he began channelling his magic into the weapon.

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"Behold the legacy of the royal family!" Maxwell declared. "The Sun-Moon Eclipse Art!"

As he drew the bowstring and muttered the spell, two orbs of light appeared—one golden like the sun, the other silver like the moon. The orbs circled each other in a mesmerising dance before merging into a single, blinding beam of energy.

The enchanted sphere levitated, bathed in the light of the Sun-Moon Eclipse Art. Maxwell took a deep breath. "Let the summit begin!" he roared, releasing the sphere.

The beam of energy carried the sphere high into the air. It soared above the War Ground, leaving a trail of dazzling light, before disappearing into the war ground. The impact sent a shockwave in the sky.

The armies of 33 nations surged forward to break open the gate of war ground. The ground shook under the weight of thousands of supreme wizards charging into the War Ground on their pets.

Princess Sony Stick led the Stick family's army with a fierce shout, her banner held high. "Move forward! Don't let the other family gain the upper hand! Crush anyone." she commanded, her voice cutting through the chaos.

Meanwhile, Kent, already deep within the battlefield, completely ignored the battle noise and focused only on finding treasures.

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