Perfect Combo Part I

"Sir."

A soft voice spoke as a tall figure in a suit, bearing the unmistakable insignia of a "Judge" on his chest, entered the room.

Inside the “Supreme Judge” room, the man walked toward a large desk positioned against a massive glass window that provided a sweeping view of Rome, the headquarters of the Judges in the Summoner’s world.

Behind the desk sat an elderly man, the ultimate authority in the Summoner’s world, reclining comfortably in a leather chair.

Berim Varys leaned back, his large spectacles perched on his nose as he studied something on the desk in front of him with keen interest. When he noticed the quiet arrival of his trusted subordinate, he lifted his gaze.

"What is it, Eric?" the elder asked.

"It seems the last Royal Dragon has begun to awaken," Eric replied.

The old man’s lips curled into a subtle smile. His expression was gentle, but his eyes glimmered with a mysterious light, making it impossible to decipher his thoughts.