The man who had once crossed realms to stop Henrry… had returned. Defeated.
His boots sank into the mist-laced soil of the Primordial Belt, the most ancient and dangerous region of Abron—home to the Imperial Clan's darkest powers. Ozarak, a scout of shadows and silence, had failed his mission.
Henrry had crossed over.
And now Ozarak had to report the truth to the only man in all of Abron who inspired true fear—Yamada, Supreme Head of the Abron.
As he approached the grand obsidian gates of the Imperial Court, his heart thudded against his ribs like a trapped beast. Cold sweat clung to his brow. What would he say? That he, an elite envoy, had lost to two Infinity Clan mages… and a mere child?
The court was bustling with high-ranking officials and armored guards, but silence followed Ozarak's steps like a ghost. Their eyes bored into him, waiting for his answer.
"why did the Heavenly mirror glow?"
He said nothing.
Then—a hush swept across the court.
Every head turned.
The temperature seemed to rise unnaturally. Mana thickened in the air, pressing against every chest. From the shadows behind the throne, a tall figure emerged, his very presence bending the air around him.
Yamada.
His long dark robes whispered across the floor. Hair black , face carved with cruel precision, and eyes—those chilling amber eyes that glowed like molten glass.
He sat on his throne without a word.
And then, he looked at Ozarak.
"So… you've returned," he said, voice calm like the eye of a storm. "Tell me—why did the Heavenly mirror blink?"
Ozarak bowed, trembling. "S-Supreme Head… the Heavenly mirror reacted because of Omar. Before vanishing, he transferred his power into the wand. That wand chosen its new owner."
Yamada's eyes narrowed. "Then kill that owner and bring me the wand."
Ozarak lowered his head further, his voice barely a whisper. "I… could not retrieve it, Supreme Head."
A heavy silence fell.
Then—
CRACK.
The air around Ozarak collapsed. His body was forced to the ground as if crushed by gravity itself. He gasped for air, the weight unbearable.
"Then where is it?" Yamada asked again, voice laced with fury beneath its calm surface.
Ozarak coughed blood. "A boy has it… I went to retrieve it, but… but my powers weakened in that world. The mana was gone. The Infinity Clan had sent two of their own. They took him… and the wand… back with them."
Yamada stood slowly.
"So he's already here," he muttered.
Then, without warning, a sharp flash of mana whipped through the room. Ozarak screamed. Blood spurted from his hand—three fingers lay on the floor, severed cleanly.
Screams echoed. The court watched, frozen.
Yamada's voice roared, "You failed your only task. Don't show your face in this court until you bring me that boy and Omar's wand!"
Ozarak collapsed, clutching his mutilated hand. "I-I will not fail again… I swear…" he stammered, then vanished into the shadows, dragging himself away.
As his cries faded down the halls, Yamada sat back.
His eyes burned with intent.
"So… the Infinity Clan has the key"
He leaned forward, his lips curling into a grim smile.
"Then the war begins sooner than I expected."