SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

Chapter 590 Master Skybreaker!

Late in the evening...

Desolate Desert of the 7th realm...

Today is the day of the second trident summit spear fight. A million supreme mages stood on the heated desert soil.@@@@

The hot sun is slowly dying down. Beneath this dying light, armies from the great families of the 7th Realms converged, their banners fluttering against the evening sky.

The Stick family was the first to arrive with large numbers. Their forces moved in disciplined formation lines, dragging with them explosive Inferno Towers. These towering obsidian inferno towers glowed with an eerie red glow, radiating an almost unbearable heat.

The very air around them cracked in heated air, a testament to the destructive firepower they carried.

At the head of this force marched Princess Sony Stick. Her crimson battle robes flowed behind her as she gripped an ancient, bone-shaped staff tightly in her hands.

This bony staff was a mythical weapon, a treasured heirloom of the Stick family. Her face was a mask of determination, her thoughts focused on one name—Kent.

"This time, no excuses," she murmured to herself, her gaze locked on the falling sun.

Moments later, the roar of magical sirens announced the arrival of the Doom family. Their soldiers marched in synchronisation, accompanied by sleek Lightning Blasters, their mechanical bodies crackling with arcs of bright-blue electricity.

Each blast from these magical structures could reduce an army to ashes, and they cracked continuously, as if eager for destruction.

Joon Doom stood proudly at the forefront leading all the allegiance families. His recent alliance with Prince Maxwell had swelled his ranks, giving him the numbers and resources to match the Stick family.

The Lin family arrived soon after. Their approach was quiet, almost silent, but no less intimidating. Prince Scott Lin led his small number of supreme wizards with a focused expression, his eyes scanning the battlefield with cold precision.

Behind him, carts brimming with thousands of glowing Spell Balls trailed in neat rows. These artefacts, capable of unleashing devastating magical energy, were his answer to Kent's formidable spell arrows.

"This is the moment I prove my worth to Lily and the 7th realm." He clenched his fists as his resolve hardened.

Finally, the Frost family arrived very late without any noise. But an uproar erupted from the crowd.

The hawk puffed up cockily. "Skybreaker, yes. But to you, that's Master Skybreaker Hawk, one of the last of my kind. You'd do well to remember that."

"Fine, Master Sky-breaker," Ragnar said impatiently. "Where's Father?"

The bird clicked its beak thoughtfully. "Not so fast. What's the urgency? You owe me a spirit fruit. Did you forget that?"

Ragnar groaned, reaching into his spirit ring. He pulled out a shimmering blue fruit and tossed it toward the hawk, who caught it deftly.

"Now, What's the big deal?" Skybreaker asked, pecking at the fruit.

"It's about my Mother..." Ragnar began in a heavy tone.

But the hawk froze mid-bite. The lighthearted teasing vanished from its tone. "Wait here..." it left before Ragnar finished.

In a blink, the tiny bird began to grow, its body expanding until it was a towering, majestic creature with wings as wide as a ship's sails. With a single, powerful flap, it launched itself into the air, disappearing into the fiery peaks.

Minutes later, the sound of mighty wings flapped its return. On its back was Drona Lionheart, his golden armor catching the last rays of the sun. He dismounted with practiced ease, his piercing eyes locking onto Ragnar.

"What do you know of my wife?" Drona's voice was deep, steady, but laced with an emotion he rarely showed.

Ragnar took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly. "Father... Mother passed long ago. But I've found her tomb."

Drona's stoic expression faltered. "Wait, when did she die?"

"I don't know the exact details, father. But I found her tomb location recently. On the Blue Planet, Silver Leaf Town, in the Golden Bamboo Province. It's marked with an antelope symbol." Ragnar replied.

Drona's shoulders slumped, and for a moment, he looked like a man carrying centuries of grief. "All these years... I thought..."

"Father, we must go now. We can secure her resting place before anyone else can defile it." Ragnar hurried his father.

Drona's gaze sharpened, his resolve returning. "Are you certain, Ragnar? After all this time... could it truly be her?"

"I've verified it," Ragnar said firmly. "It's her."