POV: Headquarters of the World Magic Authority (WMA)
A man sat at his ornate desk, the room filled with an air of authority and power. His presence emanated a dangerous and confident aura.
He was dressed in an expensive suit: black pants and shoes paired with a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up slightly. His silk tie, perfectly knotted, hinted at both wealth and meticulousness.
His black hair was neatly styled, and a pair of rimmed glasses sat on his sharp nose, enhancing his serious, no-nonsense demeanor.
This man was no ordinary person. Anyone who looked at him could instantly tell that he was not to be trifled with.
His name was Endever Jett, the creator and leader of the entire WMA one of the most powerful and influential organizations in the world.
He was a renowned powerhouse, one of the eight SS-level magicians in the world, feared and respected by all.
Name: Endever Jett
Codename: Endever
Titles: The Fastest Man in the World, The Overseer, Endever the Teleporter
As he sat in his office, deep in thought,
suddenly
ding!echoed through the room. His wristwatch lit up with a notification.
Endever glanced at it with a nonchalant expression, used to such alerts in his line of work. However, the glowing blood-red light that pulsed from the watch made his eyebrows twitch slightly.
His expression remained composed, but small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead, and goosebumps pricked his skin. The hair on his arms stood on end, betraying the tension he felt.
Without moving a muscle, Endever activated a series of complex spells that isolated the room entirely. No one would dare to spy on him, but precautions were necessary when dealing with something of this magnitude.
He tapped the surface of his desk lightly, and a holographic display sprang to life, projecting an image above the table. It was a report, and Endever's eyes quickly scanned the text. His normally stoic expression remained unchanged as he absorbed the information, but his mind was racing.
Within seconds, he had read the entire report, but what he saw left him in a rare state of confusion. The feeling was so intense that he nearly fell out of his chair. It was as if the ground beneath him had shifted.
"What the hell is going on? No, how the hell is this even possible? No, why is this even happening?" The words tumbled from his mouth, his usually sharp mind struggling to process the situation.
Endever, who was known for his unwavering composure, was now sitting with his mouth agape, his jaw practically on the floor.
He was currently reading the case report of Lucian's accident specifically, the incident where Lucian had been tortured with the Cruciatus Curse by a madman. But it wasn't the fact that Lucian had survived the curse that shocked him.
Surviving the Cruciatus was indeed impressive, but Endever had seen similar cases before. What truly shocked him was the identity of the survivor.
He swallowed hard and whispered, "Ella, read the name for me. Tell me my eyes aren't deceiving me."
The AI assistant, with a voice that was a perfect blend of robotic efficiency and human warmth, responded, "Yes, sir. Report No. 7S-53 involves two individuals. The survivor is identified as Lucian Valentino. The attacker is identified as Klark Sivir."
Endever closed his eyes for a moment, his mind racing as he processed the information. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, trying to regain his composure. "Really? A Valentino?" His voice was a whisper, laced with disbelief.
He was overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions shock, confusion, and a deep sense of foreboding that he couldn't quite put into words.
Finally, he put the report aside and spoke with a resolve that brooked no argument. "Ella, cancel all my meetings. And I mean all of them."
"But sir, you have a serious board meeting with three kings today,"*Ella responded, her tone respectful but firm, trying to persuade him.
"Cancel them. It's about the Valentinos. Can you believe it? Even if I had to work in Salazar for a whole year, I would do it. You know what that name represents, don't you?" His voice grew more urgent, a hint of impatience creeping in.
"Yes, sir. My apologies for not understanding. I will send your regards to the kings, explaining that something very urgent has come up,"Ella replied, her tone now more compliant.
"And tell them it's related to a Level 9 confidential WMA file. That should make it clear how important this is. Also, close the file 7S-53 so that only those with Level 10 authority or higher can access it."
"Yes, sir," Ella confirmed.
"And one more thing: I want the memories of the officers who worked on this case erased. Have Klark Sivir's dead body brought to me within 30 seconds."
"Yes, sir. It will be done."
Endever knew that erasing the memories of his subordinates was a drastic measure, but it was necessary. The fewer people who knew about this, the safer they would be.
"Ella, also give those officers ten times their usual bonus pay and promote them," Endever added, his tone softening slightly. Despite the harsh decisions he had to make, he was still a responsible leader who took care of his people.
Just seconds later, a bright light flashed in the room, and a coffin-like box appeared, containing the body of Klark Sivir, the man who had tortured Lucian with the Cruciatus Curse.
Endever didn't bother to examine the body for injuries or try to deduce what had happened. He simply bent down and placed his hand on Klark's forehead, activating a powerful mind-reading spell.
For ordinary people, reading the memories of the dead was impossible. But Endever was no ordinary person. He was one of the greatest archmages, one of the eight SS-rankers in the world. For him, reading a dead man's memories was child's play.
A beam of light shot out from Klark's forehead and hovered in the air, forming a translucent screen. The memories began to play out like a movie, showing Klark's last moments.
Endever fast-forwarded through the unnecessary parts, focusing on the moment when Klark first met Lucian. The screen displayed the scene in vivid detail.
Endever watched intently, his eyes narrowing as he took in every detail, piecing together the events that had led to this moment.