Inside the Federation Police headquarters, the atmosphere was suffocating.
Elric stood alone in his office, a thick report clenched tightly in his hand. His eyes moved back and forth across the words, yet none of them seemed real.
Each line struck him harder than the last, hammering against his rational mind and shattering every assumption he had built over the past week.
"How is this possible…?"
With a sharp motion, he slammed the report onto the wooden table. The heavy thud echoed through the room, vibrating against the shelves and filing cabinets that lined the walls.
Thoren.
A rookie necromancer.
A nobody, barely a week inside the Abyss.
And yet, according to the report in front of him, this same young man had annihilated the infamous Ghost Scream Bounty Hunters in a single night.
Elric pressed his palm against his forehead and dragged it downward, exhaling sharply. The more he thought about it, the more absurd it became.
