Far from the Duke’s territory, beneath the capital city, a chamber cloaked in anti-magic barriers trembled with tension. Candles flickered unnaturally in the circular room lined with stone. Hooded figures stood around a central pool of crystal-clear water—an ancient artifact known as The Sightglass.

  Inside the pool shimmered an image—Kazuki, standing alone at the Shattered Veil, sealing the rift with arcane precision and wielding magic no twelve-year-old should possess.

  “He used Abyssal Incantation,” one of the hooded figures hissed.

  “Analysis suggests he has awakened Tier-7 dimensional sealing... and dark element control,” another added, voice cold and calculated.

  An older man stepped forward—his mask adorned with runes, his hands gloved in enchanted cloth. His name echoed only in whispers: Executor Varn, the leader of R.I.S.K.

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  > R.I.S.K – Regulation and Inquisition of Sorcerous Knowledge

  A faction older than the Guild, working in the shadows to prevent dangerous magic from destabilizing the world. For centuries, they had culled those who meddled with prophecy, dimensions, and the Abyss.

  “Child of the Prophecy…” Varn muttered. “He’s awakened.”

  The room fell silent.

  Another robed figure dared to speak. “What shall we do, Executor?”

  Varn stared deeper into the pool. “We move to Phase I. Surveillance. Study. Suppress if necessary.”

  “But he is still young—what if he can be turned?”

  “No.” Varn’s voice was ice. “Power like his corrupts. His existence is an anomaly. He is a threat to the world’s balance.”

  The Sightglass shimmered again—this time showing Kazuki walking away from the battlefield, silent and composed, with a swarm of dark aura subtly coiled around him.

  Executor Varn turned away. “Track him. Monitor his companions. And find the seer—if the prophecy has begun, she will know what comes next.”

  At those words, a different chamber lit up, revealing a woman chained in runes—her eyes glowing with light magic.

  “I warned them,” she whispered. “But they wouldn’t listen. The prophecy doesn’t begin with destruction—it ends with it.”