Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Jaegar's gaze remained fixed on the passing scenery outside, his thoughts hidden behind a stoic expression.

Undeterred, Francesca pressed on, her words dripping with conviction, "With your unique talents, we can make a profound impact in this world, serving our nation with unwavering pride."

Jaegar couldn't help but scoff at her idealistic notions. "Nation and pride, huh? I'm sure you have plenty of both."

"Jaegar, you should understand that if you were going against us. The consequences will be pretty dire. Think of your aunt."

"You are basically threatening me."

Francesca's voice remained steady as she replied, "I wouldn't call it a threat, Jaegar. It's simply a reminder of the potential repercussions that could affect not only you but those close to you as well."

"If only you listened to me, we wouldn't have had to resort to this means." She said, sighing.

"Just take me to her, I want to see her first." He said and then turned to her, adding, "Would you mind shutting your mouth because my patience is very thin?"

Francesca's eyes narrowed, but she kept her composure. "I understand your impatience, Jaegar, but I won't be silenced. It's in both of our best interests to handle this situation calmly and rationally."

"Lady, you are pushing it."

*

Meanwhile, deep within the imposing structure of the Primal Atoll, a room concealed from prying eyes held James Laason and Crawford Brighton. Before them, a glass partition separated them from a woman seated in a chair on the other side.

It was a small room with her seated with her hands tied at the back of the chair. Her face was concealed by a cloth mask, covering her entire head. Her muffled words could be heard throughout the room.

A new figure entered the room through a concealed doorway, approaching the two men.

This newcomer, Mace, appeared rugged and battle-worn, his face etched with the weight of experience.

Brighton acknowledged his presence, his voice commanding, "Mace, take a look at that woman. We anticipate one of those abominable beings will come for her. When that happens, I need you to subdue him. Handle the situation alongside Francesca."

"Why do we need her? Can't we just take him in by force? We can break him and make him submit," Laasaon said, watching the woman.

Brighton held his hands at the back, he said in a measured tone. "This one is different. His ability is unique and strong. We don't want to break him, just enough to make him listen to us."

While talking, they both left the room.

With those instructions, both Laason and Brighton left the room, leaving Mace to contemplate the task ahead.

Francesca had alerted them to the impending threat, well aware that convincing Jaegar to submit to their cause would prove to be a formidable challenge. She had witnessed his formidable skills firsthand when he defeated three of their most powerful operatives, making her acutely aware that she needed to approach him cautiously.

She had to update every detail of her work to Brighton after reporting the issue with Jaegar. He had taken matters into his own hands.

Francesca hadn't anticipated Jaegar's extraordinary power, especially not to the extent that he would effortlessly defeat her three most skilled operatives. She had intended to make a few more attempts to persuade him, but Brighton's decision to handle the situation personally had overridden her plans.

Jaegar was a rare find, possessing incredible abilities used with startling ease, and Brighton and Laason were determined to bring him under their control at any cost.

After Brighton and Laason departed, Mace entered the room.

He, too, was a Novoyant, raised and trained by their organization, honing his abilities over the years.

Mace possessed a unique power – the ability to transform into a tall, metallic figure, rendering himself nearly invulnerable.

As he stepped into the room, he found a woman who had been tightly bound and gagged.

Mace removed her mask, revealing a frightened Diana. Confusion and fear filled her eyes as she stammered, "Who are you? Why have you brought me here?"

Mace, a formidable member of the organization, had a notorious reputation for eliminating Novoyants who posed a threat to their cause.

As he loomed over the bound and gagged woman, he regarded her with a cold detachment, paying heed to her tearful pleas.

Diana's eyes were swollen from crying, and her face bore the marks of distress. She had been abruptly seized by a group of enigmatic figures dressed in black, just as she was on her way home after work.

Mace's voice dripped with malevolence as he warned her, "Remain quiet, or I'll be forced to take more drastic measures." Her struggles ceased as she understood the gravity of the situation.

Meanwhile, Francesca's car had entered the premises of the Primal Atoll, pulling up on its east side.

Jaegar stepped out of the vehicle and glanced up at the imposing structure, seemingly unfazed by its grandeur. His thoughts were solely focused on his aunt's safety.

Francesca, aware of the leverage she held over him, led him inside the building, heading towards the room where Diana was being held captive.

Their strategy was clear: by placing Diana in peril, they hoped to compel Jaegar to cooperate with them. It had been an effective tactic with numerous Novoyants in the past, and they had successfully maintained control over them.

Jaegar, maintaining his stoic self, followed Francesca, his heart heavy with worry for his aunt. He had never imagined that her life would be endangered because of him.

Their peaceful lives had never been marred by threats or danger until now. Jaegar had always believed that there was no one who could pose harm to him or his beloved aunt here.

They had led a tranquil existence, and even when the spectre of danger had loomed over him, he had brushed it off with ease. The thought of people attempting to end his life had never fazed him.

However, the sight of his aunt in peril, all because of him and his extraordinary abilities, ignited a tumultuous storm of emotions within Jaegar. Anger, like a fierce volcano, raged inside him, threatening to erupt at any moment.