Just as Kent vanished into the depths of the Forbidden Cave, a furious roar echoed across the battlefield. Ancestor Khagara, bloodied and wounded from his clash with Neela, floated high above the battlefield, his coral staff burning with unrestrained rage. His eyes, sunken and burning red, locked onto the weakened figure of Princess Neela.
He didn't speak.
There was no chant. No ritual. Just a single thrust.
From the tip of his staff, a crimson flame surged forward—a spear of vengeance forged in wrath. It tore through the sea, slicing the currents like paper.
Neela, still struggling to hold herself upright after unleashing the Eternal Night Witch Form, barely noticed.
The flame struck.
A gasp escaped her lips. Her body convulsed.
But before the flame could consume her completely—
Flash.
The Naga Patriarch, with impossible speed, appeared between them. His left hand absorbed the impact, his right arm wrapping around Neela's collapsing figure.
