SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The battlefield outside the gates of the 'Ancient War Ground of the Gods' is full of chaos. Soldiers clashed, spells lit up the darkened sky, and the cries of victory and despair filled the air.

Yet, towering above it all were the enormous gates of the War Ground, still shut tight despite the broken seal. The families and armies knew that to enter, they had to break through the unyielding gates—a task easier said than done.

At the forefront of the battlefield stood the Stick Family, their 200,000 supreme wizards forming an impenetrable wall of power in

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formation. Princess Sony Stick led them like a cruel pack of wolves and hyenas, tearing any opponent.

"No one will dare cross us," she said, smirking as her eyes swept over the battlefield. "We own this summit."

"Princess, should we press forward and claim the gates ourselves?" one of the commanders asked Princess Sony.

Sony raised her hand to silence him. "No need to rush. Let us show our dominance for a little bit longer. People should fear to face us in the next two phases also. We'll take the gates when the time is right."

Behind her, the Stick Family army launched wave after wave of magical barrages, pushing back any family that dared to approach. The spectators erupted into cheers, the bets in the Stick Family growing exponentially.

"Stick Family for the win!" shouted one gambler in the crowd. "Who else can stand against them? Place your bets now!"

"What happened to the Frost family? They haven't even moved! Might fearting death… hahaha!" Several groups mocked.

On the background of the battlefield, the Frost Family army stood in stark contrast to the chaos around them. Their 20,000 supreme wizards maintained a tight wheel formation, shields raised in defence.

Not a single offensive spell was cast, and their leader, Princess Lily, remained calm amidst the storm.

"Hold your positions," Lily shouted again. "Save your mana and let the others weaken themselves first."

A young wizard stepped forward, his brow furrowed. "Princess, what about master Kent? Shouldn't we be advancing to secure the gates?"

Lily's eyes narrowed. "Kent will come when the time is right. Until then, we wait."

Her words did little to ease the growing unease among the soldiers. Without Kent, their leader and anchor, they felt like leaves in the wind.

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From their grand seats in the skies, the Royal Family observed the spectacle with smiles on their faces. The Emperor leaned back in his golden throne, his gaze flickering between the Stick and Frost families.

"The Stick Family is as formidable as expected," he remarked, stroking his beard. "They might just dominate this summit."

The Queen, however, seemed distracted. Her eyes scanned the battlefield, searching for the man who is itching her thoughts. "Where is Kent?" she muttered under her breath. Her lips pressed into a thin line when she found no trace of him.

The Second Prince Philip, sitting in the croners of the royal pavilion, clenched his fists tightly. His face was pale with fury, his eyes locked on the Frost Family's immobile army. "He's hiding," Philip spat. "That coward is hiding!"

Simon, the son of the 9 Realms Association Head, chuckled as he watched the chaos. "Finally, something entertaining. But where is Kent. It would be very good if someone killed him during the battle" Simon uttered like a child wishing for a box of sweets.

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Miles away from the battlefield, deep within the sealed War Ground of the Gods, Kent moved like a shadow. Moving rapidly, he hovered above the ancient ruins on his golden throne.

Skeletons of gods and beasts littered the ground, their large and immense forms a witness to battles fought long ago. Their bones glimmered faintly with residual power, but Kent wasn't interested. He knew time had long drained the treasures on the fallen gods.

"Worthless, No time to waste on relics of the past. All these treasures are already broken by time. I better need to find resources." Kent muttered in frustration.

At the ground, his summoned pets scouted the battlefield. The Fire Kirin Kavi, sniffed through piles of bones, searching for intact treasures, while the Serpent Beast, Jabil checked every spirit ring on the ground. High above, the *Phoenix lady Ruby soared, its keen eyes scanning the terrain for hidden treasures.

But the Baby Dragon happily uncovered a sapphire-coloured bones. The dragon directly ate the sapphire bones before letting out a triumphant squeak.

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"Hey, focus on finding treasures, don't eat these old bones. We're not here to play." Jabil warned the baby dragon.

The Baby Dragon reluctantly dropped the bone and continued its search, tail wagging with newfound enthusiasm. But soon, its focus shifted to bones.

Meanwhile, Kent's attention was drawn to two massive buildings on the horizon. Surrounding them were smaller structures, likely storage houses or barracks and wells from the ancient war.

"Resting places," Kent murmured, his mind racing. "If there's anything of value left, it must be there."

Without hesitation, he sped toward the northern side resting structure. As he approached, he felt the faint hum of a lingering male voice. Kent thought it was an illusion of closed air and focused on search.

He landed softly at the entrance, his eyes narrowing as he took in the elaborate carvings on the stone doors. "Let's see what secrets you're hiding."@@novelbin@@

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Back outside the War Ground, the gates remained closed, their massive form untouched despite the armies' best efforts. Smaller families had begun to form alliances, pooling their resources to challenge the Stick Family's dominance.

"Push forward! We need to break their line!" shouted the Doom family's general, his voice drowned out in the battle.

But the Stick Family's supreme wizards held the formation, their combined magic creating a barrier that no army could penetrate.

From her pet above the battlefield, Sony Stick watched the struggle with amusement. "Let them come. They're only making it easier for us." She said, her lips curling into a grin.