"Ha Ha Ha"
The entire congregation burst in laughter. What Magic? That's Silly? Magic doesn't exist? It's just a work or Fiction.
Magic existence was something the entire society believed to be absurd, even if Mutants were real. Most Myths like Magic weren't real.
In the entire congregation, some people didn't find this entirely funny. Those Werewolves, Miller and even Victor Carter(A Magician himself) didn't find it funny, they knew Magic existed, and Victor Carter was a living testament to that.
The problem was even with The WereWolves Super Smelling, they couldn't quite figure out who was a Wizard. It wasn't like Witches or Wizards have some kind of Distinct Smell. The only Magicians they knew of currently is Victor Carter; Benjamin Carter's brother.
"It's not funny!" Bradley Stones shouted at them trying to bring them to reality.
Even some of his fellow Anti-Meta Human Officers found what he said funny.
"This is a proof" Bradley Stones said as he brought down a sack. The sack was black and was muddy.
"You don't believe me, then explain this" He said as he threw down what was inside the sack on the floor.
The moment the contents of the sack hit the ground, a collective gasp escaped the lips of those present. A cloud of dust billowed upwards, momentarily obscuring the view, before slowly settling to reveal its mysterious cargo.
There, lying amidst the dirt and debris, was a collection of ancient artifacts. The artifacts gleamed with an otherworldly aura, their intricate designs and symbols captivating the onlookers. It was as if a piece of history had been unearthed, its significance radiating through the room.
What shocked them more wasn't only the Artificats, there was also a man's finger that was cut off inside, there was also the hair of a human(presumably a girl) and other things, they couldn't get quite a understanding of. There was also blood kept in a container, the blood was green, but it Smelt exactly like the Blood of Humans.
Bradley said the next words with a commanding attention of everyone: "I got information from a Forensic Scientist In this Academy that this fingers belong to a Teacher who had gone Missing some weeks ago, by the name Professor Oliver Stratford".
(NOTE: FOR FURTHER, CLARIFICATION, PROFESSOR OLIVER STRATFORD WAS THE TEACHER THAT THE SOLDIERS REPORTED TO THE STUDENTS THAT GOT ATTACKED IN CHAPTER 99[I CAN'T LEAVE]. THE SOLDIERS ONLY FOUND THAT HIS CAR GOT ATTACKED, THEY COULDN'T FIND HIS BODY, BUT NOW THEY FINALLY FOUND HIS FINGER. SUGGESTING SOMEONE HAD DONE THIS TO HIM).
The entire room fell into a hush silence at what they had just seen. This was proof that Magic might actually exist and this suggest the person who attacked him performed a dark magic.
The fourteen Werewolves and even Miller turned their gaze towards Victor. He was the only magician, they knew and that didn't mean that he was the one who did it.
Benjamin Carter his brother knew one thing about Victor. It was the fact that Victor knew the dangers of dark magic and would never perform such thing. there could be other Secret Magicians in this school. But who did this and why?
"Miller, that person is doing something terrible" The System said to Miller inside his head.
"What do you mean?" Miller asked the System.
"Those are items that are used to call THE WRAITH". The System said.
"What do you mean by THE WRAITH?" Miller asked again.
"The Wraiths are spiritual beings summoned through the use of dark magic," the System replied. "They exist without a physical form and their presence cannot be perceived by the naked eye. These entities are called forth by a Magician with the primary intention of causing harm or death. They embody malevolence and are often utilized for nefarious purposes. The artifacts you witnessed are connected to the summoning and control of these Wraiths, representing a dangerous and dark path in the realm of magic. Caution should be exercised when dealing with such forces."
The System's words echoed in Miller's mind, dripping with fear and dread. "Somebody has unleashed the dreaded Wraiths through the forbidden arts of dark magic. These malevolent beings are shrouded in darkness and emerge only under the cover of night. Their sinister presence is inevitable on this impending Full Moon night. I implore you, Miller, do not venture beyond the confines of your room. Abandon your mantle as a LOKI LUPIN and focus solely on your own protection. The danger that lurks outside is far too great, and the consequences of an encounter with the Wraiths could be catastrophic. You are not yet Powerful enough to fight a Wraith!"
"I can't" Miller replied to the System.
Although the System had just told Miller of a danger that would likely befall those that come outside tonight. Miller couldn't stay in his room, the Werewolves would turn into Ferocious Predators tonight and he needed to confine them with chains so that, the people in this School, wouldn't be at risk.
Something just clicked inside Miller's head. Maybe THE UNKNOWN and THE WRAITH are thesame thing.
"I hope this has silenced your doubt" Bradley Stones said.
"Because of this, we believe that this Students and everyone in this School, is under a great danger, So because of this. The Curfew starts Ten Minutes from Now. All of you are advised to go to your room and lock yourself inside until tomorrow night. Those who default would be killed and we would not be held liable". Bradley Stones said with authority in his voice.
"The Curfew Starts Ten Minutes from Now".
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