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Horace pressed two fingers into his temples. The housekeeper had called again. His family was the reason he'd taken a year off. A household filled with power-hungry and egotistical family members, all waiting stealthily like animals scavenging for prey, just so they can move up in the hierarchy.
The Starks family was well known all around Asgard, an aristocratic family on the tip of everyone's tongue. They were the brains who invented the fusion of magic and technology. Magical technology doesn't wear and tear like other machinations, so it was in high demand all over the planet.
Of course, other nations tried to invent their own basis of magical machinery and weapons but there were always dire consequences. To imbue a weapon with magic is equivalent to turning on a nuclear bomb, one wrong cut of the wire and it could either save the day or spell the end of the world as you know it.
