5th Realm… 9 Realms Association Stronghold…
After a month of hard work in the blue planet, the spies gone with Alaric came back to report.
A thick fog coiled around the towering spires of the Nine Realms Association Hall, where Jason Mama sat in his grand chamber, the dim candle light flickering across his stern face.
He listened to the report being delivered by the returning spies.
Before him stood Alaric, the Supreme Wand Magus and head of the Blue Planet Wizard Association. Beside him were three spies—cloaked, hooded figures who bore the weight of failure in their bent postures. Their eyes barely met Jason's gaze, shadows of anxiety lingering behind them.
Jason leaned forward, piercing eyes fixed on the lead spy. "A month, I gave you a fucking month, Alaric. A full cycle to track Madam Clark. And yet, here we are... empty-handed." He roared, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.
