[The Next Morning – Magical Intelligence Headquarters, FBI]
The Golden Sector, Elysium City.
The FBI headquarters was not just a building—it was a fortress of black steel glass and white titanium, rising hundreds of meters into the sky, reflecting the morning sun with arrogant coldness.
Around the building were invisible magical barriers preventing any unauthorized aether from approaching.
I stood before the massive electronic gates, wearing a simple black formal suit and a white shirt without a tie.
My black hair was messily styled, covering my forehead, and my face was pale like a ghost.
Faint bruises were still visible around my eyes, but my body had almost completely healed thanks to some Rank A healing potions Valisera had thrown to me in the pocket dimension.
I wasn't wearing the mask.
I was Kyle Valtier.
The thin, weak young man with faded crimson eyes that looked as though they had lost the will to live.
