In a dark room, a man stood staring at a wall covered with photographs of people and places.
The majority of the photos featured advanced mages and influential figures. Among them were the mayor of Magnolia, the governor, and something unheard of—the president of Venezia.
He gazed at the images, lost in deep thought. Another man entered the room and silently handed him a photograph.
The picture showed Ben wearing his demonic mask.
"Who is he?" the man asked, frowning.
"He's being called the Executioner by everyone, but he's also known as the Butcher of Azakur," the other man replied respectfully.
"And?" The man held up the photo. "How strong is he?"
"Intermediate mage," the man answered.
"Just that?" The man tossed Ben's photo aside with disdain and contempt.
"Sir," the man who'd brought the photo bent down and picked it up again. "This individual is a danger to our operation—not just because of his strength, which seems abnormal for his rank…"
