As the churning purple clouds painted the night sky with an ominous hue, the Supreme Spear Magus stood at the window of the Wizard Association's tower, his gaze fixed on the display of thundering sky.
While staring at the sky, the Spear Magus tapped on a glassy wall. A resonant sound echoed through the tower. Moments later, an elderly man, breathless and anxious, arrived and kneeled outside the door.
"Supreme," the elder greeted, his voice trembling with respect.
]The Supreme Spear Magus turned his steely gaze toward the elder. After a brief pause, he spoke with a commanding tone, "Find out the identity of the individual living in the luxurious magical castle to the east of our tower. Remember, do not alert anyone."
The elder bowed deeply, his forehead nearly touching the floor. "As you command, Supreme," he responded, then quickly scurried away to carry out the order.
