Helpless. A cold shivering sensation found him as he continued to stare at it. The picture placed on the table before him. The implications of what he saw in the picture cast a reverberating blow across his entire mind. Re defining the world as he knew it. Evander wiped his brow and took a deep breath, without removing his eyes form what he saw in the picture on the table: Five cloaked figures. Standing in the middle of Mech facility’s hall. Unleashing chaos through their fingertips. Evander embraced what he was seeing in the picture. There is no denying what this means… Evander had served as the head of the Naxim’s high council for almost twenty four years now. And in twenty four years, nothing had ever invoked such dread in him. The picture was their worst fear realised. They were facing a threat from the world’s most deadly enemy: mystics. Mech facility in the planet Cransof had been subject to a terrorist attack that had left their King and council of advisors dead.
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