She ignored the stares and reached for her communication device, contacting Vincent Carey, the person she'd been sent to retrieve.
The orders had co directly from the council elders, sothing that had both surprised and intrigued her.
After all, Vincent Carey is a newcor, a recent enrollee at the True Elents Society. Typically, the upper echelons didn't concern themselves with new recruits, especially not to the point of sending soone like her, an elder on a personal errand.
"Who is this kid?" she thought, her mind briefly wandering as she considered his potential connections. Maybe he ca from an influential background. It wouldn't be the first ti soone had used family ties to get ahead.
Yet even with connections, the True Elents Society was ruthless. Only talent survived there.
The connection established, she didn't waste ti with pleasantries.
"Get down here. I'm waiting at the entrance," she said, her tone firm and clipped.
She ended the call before Vincent had a chance to respond, her gaze shifting to the people around her. Curious glances were being cast her way, drawn by her commanding presence and striking appearance.
So whispered to one another, no doubt wondering who she was and what she was doing in their quiet city. But the young woman ignored them, standing motionless at the entrance, her mind focused on the task at hand.
Whatever this Vincent Carey's story was, she would soon find out.
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From MC's Perspective:
On the other hand, I jolted awake as the call abruptly ended. The words echoed in my mind, soone was already waiting outside.
Shaking off the lingering drowsiness, I hurriedly checked my belongings and made sure everything was in order before heading downstairs. The weight of the situation was beginning to settle in; I had no idea who was picking up or what kind of reception awaited .
After checking out of the hotel, I stepped through the lobby doors and walked toward the entrance. My eyes scanned the area, trying to spot anyone who might be there for .
Almost imdiately, I noticed a young woman standing at the entrance, her posture sharp and poised. She looked to be around my age, dressed in a sleek black military-style uniform that contrasted starkly with the casual flow of city pedestrians.
For a mont, I hesitated, my gaze drifting past her as I scanned the crowd again. Could she really be the one sent to pick up? She seed so young, almost too young for the important task of escorting to the True Elents Society. I kept expecting soone else, soone more old, perhaps.
But as I drew closer, it beca clear, there was no one else waiting for except her. No other officials, no guards, no staff. Just this lone figure standing in front of the hotel.
For a second, confusion flickered in my mind. The voice on the phone had been female, but sohow, I hadn't expected soone like her. Her presence was imposing, but she seed barely older than .
"Could she be my senior?" I muttered under my breath, considering the possibility. It wasn't uncommon for senior students to handle certain tasks for the Society. If that was the case, she must be a highly skilled one. There was no other explanation for why they would send her alone.
Realizing I might have been underestimating her, I quickly increased my pace toward the entrance. My mind raced with questions, but one thing was clear: I was about to et soone important, and I needed to be ready.
When I reached the entrance, I imdiately noticed her gaze fixated on , sharp and unwavering. Her dark eyes seed to assess in an instant, as if she were sizing up.
I quickened my pace, closing the distance between us, and greeted her with a polite smile, trying to mask the slight unease I felt.
Just as I was about to introduce myself, a sudden ding echoed in my mind.
[Ding! Warning]
[Magic Artifact is being used.]
A chanical voice filled my head, and for a split second, my heart skipped a beat. My muscles tensed involuntarily, but I forced myself to remain calm. The alert was a shock, but I knew better than to react visibly. Whoever this woman was, she was using magic to check out.
"Hi, I'm Vincent Carey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and casual, even though my mind raced with questions. Why was she scanning ? What was she looking for?
The woman didn't miss a beat. "I'm Darcie Lynch, one of the elders in the True Elents Society," she replied, her voice firm and direct. "Now follow , it's getting late."
An elder? My eyes widened for a split second. Despite her youthful appearance, Darcie held a high-ranking position in the Society. I hadn't expected soone with such authority to co in person, and it made wonder just how serious this eting was. Discover exclusive content at empire
anwhile, Darcie's mind was already on another matter. Before arriving, she had reviewed his profile—na, photo, and basic information, all provided by the Society's database. She'd seen his face before, but she wasn't one to take chances.
A mont ago, without any visible movent, she had silently activated a magic artifact, a subtle tool designed to detect illusion or disguise magic.
It was a precaution. The True Elents Society had enemies, and they could never be too careful. But the results were clean, there was no magic concealing my true identity.
Satisfied that I wasn't hiding anything, she seed to relax slightly, though her expression remained stern.
As we stood there, I couldn't help but feel that I was being tested in ways I didn't fully understand yet. She'd confird who I was, but there was still an air of suspicion around her.
"Right," I nodded, quickly falling into step behind her. My mind churned with thoughts. What exactly was she expecting from ? And why had they sent soone of her caliber just to pick up?
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