"Sir, we have caught trace amount of black magic here. Although faint, we have determined it to be tier-5, the Demogyre spell. The flames emitted from it seemed to have managed to ignite a radius of 15 m, burning most of the hall here. We have managed to procure the corpse, one 35 year old female, and one 40 year old male. We have sent them to tbe forensic scientists for them to be exhumed, the results will be sent after a week or two if we are lucky. Luckily, or unluckily for them, we have managed to find that there were two witnesses to this attack. Although both were injured severely, they were able to be tended on time by the doctors. We should be able to find out more from them when they are slightly better, and better if awake."
A wolfman is seen standing straight, straighter than a needle, informing to a silhouette who is seen sitting next to a large table, back turned towards him. It gets up from the table, turns around, and starts walking towards him. Despite being taller than it, the wolfman starts to back away bit by bit, evidently fearing the being in front of himm
Dressed in a matte black suit, the being, now revealed to be a male, stands at 1.8 m tall. His body, though scrawny in looks, packs tight muscles unseen by many, proving his capability. His calloused hands depict his status as a highly trained martial artist, as well as a very weathered general. His chiseled face portrays his wisdom, but also exudes a sense of order, and discipline. Yet this was noththe main reason why the wolfman feared him. No, it's because of what he was:
He was a Fae Archon.
Although he was one, he is an exiled one, discarded for his inability to open the gate to magic, thereby rendering him to be a squib forbthe rest of his miserable life. Yet fate had other plans for him, for what he had lost, he gained something else:
A supreme gift for martial arts.
Over the years, due to his vast skills, he had managed to overcome his obstacles, achieving a very high rank in the Court of Archaic Arts, Milky Way Galaxy.
He became the Chief Commanding Officer.
Yet despite all his achievements, he always dreamed of being accepted back into his clan, to be welcomed with open arms by his brethren who had once exiled him. He had tried every means possible, yet they denied every single effort of his.
This all changed yesterday. The High Court contacted him via the secret call line, and offered him a deal he could not refuse: in exchange for reinstating him back into the clan genealogy, he has to go to the planet called Earth, and investigate the source of the signal that was sent from there.
Confused, he just asked for clarification, yet a cold reprimand was received, signifying the depth of the matter. All that was revealed after the fiasco was that he would know it, deep within his blood.
Shaking his head, the man shook himself from remembering it, and the wolfman "Continue with the observation, but shelf it to lower priority. They are not out main concern here. Just use them as masks."
"Yes Mr. Smith." With that, the wolfman turned around, and walked briskly from the office, which is revealed to be inside the museum.