Elena re-materialised into a grand ballroom. It was oval in shape and there was not a hint of light at all. The ballroom has no tables or chairs, leaving the room empty and eerie. Two doors were found at the opposite end of the ballroom, both are wooden and locked. Elena froze in her position, waiting patiently, everything was still nothing moved in the darkness.
Then, lights lit up in every direction possible, revealing the vast ballroom in a flash. It was empty, but the floor in front of Elena cracked geometrically; it moved upwards and formed a stairway, a golden throne was at the very top of the stairway, glimmering under the light of the ballroom. A old man sat comfortably on the throne, he stared down the stairway, right at Elena.
The old man was older than anyone in Nathrum Silvize; his forehead was filled with wrinkles, it fell over his eyes, making them slanted. He wore an emerald straw hat, his silver hair tucked nicely into it; his long silver beard was tied together with threads of red. He wore a long silky, black robe; it was so long covered a portion of the floor like a lady’s dress. The old man’s right hand was holding a walking stick; it was like an extended version of a magician’s wand, it was black in colour and its tip was white; a diamond was set on the hilt, where the old man grips it firmly. He is the First Son of the Immortals, Granedos.
“You’re right, the boy you asked us to bring back, he is the next Immortal;” Said Elena, not bothering to address the First at all, “we can save the execution of the boy.” “You now have 4-5 years of time before the rise of Fonte Maximus, train him well.” Said Granedos, “But 4 years isn’t enough to bring out the Immortal form, it takes at least decades to do so-” “Now is the time you make a miracle, Elena, now is the time you show Fonte Maximus that we didn’t goof off when he is plotting his revenge in hell.” Granedos cut in through her sentence. There was a moment of silence, Elena nodded her head in the end, and it was enough to please Granedos for the night. “For now, do your duties as a Headmaster, and help the others to prepare for the Yuletide Festival.” Elena nodded again as Granedos nodded too, “Very well then, you may go now.”
Three Hordicals re-materialised into the ballroom, they got onto their knees behind Elena and bowed deeply, “We’ve come back from our investigation, Master Granedos.” Said a cool voice as Elena turned around, her long white skirt slapped squarely into a man’s face behind her, he glared at her with the ruby-coloured eyes but did not move at all. The man has a head of long, brown-coloured hair, his face was perfectly shaped compared to his hard body build, and it fit nicely into the tight, white tuxedo he wore. Elena examined the other two figures; another man knelt behind the first figure, his hair was white and spiky, his eyes were small and his pupils were green; a wide grin smeared across his face. He wore a black chainmail with red trimmings by the side, his muscular arms exposing through the sleeveless armour. The third figure was a pale- skinned girl, her hair was emerald and curly. She wore a long beige gown that spread across the floor, her sleeveless dress exposed her delicate arms to the air, and they looked so fragile as if they could break if she bumps into something.
"Ms. Cornelia.” Addressed the man, “I’d prefer to be called Second Daughter of the Immortal, Alexander, or Elena the great at the very least.” Replied Elena but the man name Alexander didn’t bother to reply. “Speak, Grayflower.” Demanded Granedos as Alexander cleared his throat, “In the deep wilderness far south of Nathrum Silvize, we have finally recovered Sir Kelandome’s body. His body tells us he didn’t die in a brutal force; instead, it’s something else.” Alexander paused for a moment and then continued, “His face was stolen.”
“And how is that possible, Grayflower? Unless, you’re telling me this is the work of….” “Yes, master Granedos, we suspect that Scythenesis is the culprit here. He must’ve wanted something from Sir Kelandome.” Replied Alexander, “What is it that Sir Kelandome knows that makes Scythenesis so curious….?” Asked Granedos, “We’re currently looking into it, the Cryptors brought his body back to the research lab, further investigation will be done.” Said Alexander as Granedos nodded, “Very well, you are dismissed; continue with your investigation and hopefully, you’ll find something useful.” The three got up from their knees, bowed, and disappeared into thin air with a soft hiss.
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