SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 632 Goddess of Life!!!

The moment Kent tore apart the demon prince, the mountaintop underwent a stunning transformation. The ritual fire flared with golden brilliance, sending radiant beams into the night sky. The air itself seemed to hum with divine energy as golden flowers began to rain from the heavens, their petals swirling like blessings from another divine place.

Drums and flutes echoed from above, a melody so otherworldly that it silenced the battlefield. The remaining demons, already fleeing in terror, stumbled and fell as the golden light bathed the mountain.

"Behold!" cried Sage Paras, his voice breaking with emotion. He fell to his knees and began kowtowing with fervent devotion. "Oh mighty God of Order, show your kindness and bless us with your divine grace!"

Above the ritual fire, a radiant figure emerged, cloaked in an aura so bright that none could gaze upon him directly. The God of Order, seventh among the old gods, stood tall and serene, his very presence exuding authority and harmony.

The demons screamed in terror, scattering like leaves in the wind. They knew their failure to protect the demon prince would bring the wrath of the Demon Emperor, but the appearance of the God of Order sealed their fate. To face a god was to face certain doom.

The radiant deity surveyed the mountaintop with a solemn expression before his gaze rested on Sage Paras. His voice, calm yet thunderous, resonated across the peak.

"Paras," the god intoned, "your devotion and perseverance have been rewarded. By conducting this sacred ritual, you have restored balance to the world under my domain."

Paras, trembling, pressed his forehead to the ground. "Oh great God of Order, your words humble us. Thank you for your mercy and blessings."

The god extended his luminous hands, and from the radiant light emerged a golden pot, shimmering with divine energy. He handed it to Paras, who received it with reverent hands.

"This pot contains the Yaga essence and life energy. Use it wisely, for it will sustain the order of this world," the god declared.

Paras bowed repeatedly, tears streaming down his face. "We are eternally grateful, oh divine one."

The God of Order gave a single nod before turning back toward the ritual fire. With a flash of light, his form dissolved, leaving only the echoes of his presence behind.

As the sages celebrated the successful completion of the ritual, Kent was far from calm. His golden lion form, drenched in blood, was a storm of rage and sorrow. Ignoring the departing demons' cries, he tore into their ranks like a lion hunting a herd of deer, his claws ripping through flesh and bone without hesitation.

Jabil and Ruby remained stationed around the mountaintop, their faces reflecting a mix of awe and fear at Kent's unrelenting fury.

Second sage Kumba, still kneeling, watched in confusion as the goddess began to float away from the mountaintop. "Mighty goddess, where are you going?" he cried. "The Yaga energy is for us, is it not?"

But her attention was focused elsewhere. The sages followed her gaze and gasped as they realized her destination.

Kent, still in his lion form, was in the midst of ripping apart another demon elder. His claws tore through the elder's flesh with ruthless efficiency, and his glowing eyes burned with rage. The blood of countless demons stained his fur, and the golden brilliance of his divine form made him look both majestic and terrifying.

The goddess floated toward him, her calm demeanor unshaken by the chaos around her. Her radiant presence drew the attention of everyone on the battlefield, including Ignira, who stared in disbelief.

"Is she... going to him?" Ignira muttered, her voice trembling.

The goddess stopped a few feet from Kent, who froze mid-strike, his claws poised to deliver another killing blow. For a moment, the two locked eyes—the wrathful protector and the serene deity.

Without a word, the goddess lifted the massive golden pot and poured it over Kent's head. The Yaga energy poured out in a luminous stream, enveloping him in a cocoon of golden light.

Kent roared in defiance, the sound echoing across the mountaintop. But as the light seeped into his form, his rage began to calm down. His lion's mane receded, his claws dulled, and his glowing eyes softened. Slowly, his beastly form faded, revealing the man beneath.

Kent blinked, his golden aura now subdued. His mind, once clouded by grief and fury, was suddenly clear. He turned his gaze to the goddess, his breathing heavy but steady.

Her calm smile never wavered as she reached out and touched his cheek.

Ignira, watching from a distance, felt her heart skip a beat. For the first time, she saw Kent's true face—handsome, noble, and filled with a quiet strength that sent tremors through her chest.

"Who... is he?" she whispered, her voice barely audible.

But there was no time for answers. The goddess and Kent continued to lock eyes, their silent exchange carrying a weight that no words could convey.

The battlefield around them faded into insignificance as the divine light bathed them both.