The sun had set on Manila, casting long shadows across the city. The only sounds that could be heard were the soft rustling of the trees in the wind and the distant hum of cars on the highway. In the distance, a dark figure could be seen approaching, its robes billowing in the breeze.
As the figure drew closer, it became clear that it was a wizard, his face obscured by the hood of his robes. He walked with purpose, his steps heavy and deliberate, as if he knew exactly where he was going.
As he arrived at the gates of Malacañang Palace, the wizard raised his staff and muttered an incantation under his breath. The gates began to glow with an eerie light, and the wizard stepped through, disappearing into the darkness beyond.
Inside the palace, President Rodrigo Duterte was sitting in his office, surrounded by his advisors. They were discussing the state of the country, the recent rise in crime, and the increasing unrest among the people.
Suddenly, the room was filled with a bright light, and the sound of a thunderclap echoed through the halls. The advisors scrambled to their feet, their hands reaching for their weapons, but the president remained seated, watching the unfolding scene with a calm detachment.
As the light faded, the wizard emerged from the darkness, his staff glowing with an ominous power. He approached the president, his eyes cold and calculating.
"Who are you?" Duterte demanded, his voice filled with anger and suspicion.
The wizard did not answer, but instead raised his staff once more. A bolt of lightning shot forth, striking the president and knocking him from his seat.
The advisors rushed forward to defend their leader, but the wizard was too powerful. With a flick of his wrist, he sent them flying across the room, their bodies crashing into the walls.
As the president lay on the ground, gasping for breath, the wizard approached him, his face twisted in a cruel smile.
"You will serve me now," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You will do as I say, or suffer the consequences."
Duterte tried to rise to his feet, but the wizard raised his staff once more, and the president fell back to the ground, writhing in pain.
"I am a time-traveling wizard," the dark figure said, "and I have come to rule this land. You will help me in my quest, or you will perish."
And with those words, the wizard disappeared, leaving behind a stunned and bewildered staff, unsure of what had just happened, or what was to come.