12 The Strongest Scriptweavers Of The World.

"Ethan get changed we're going for an official meeting with the strongest Scriptweavers in every category around the world." Shawn said and ran towards the small hut they had built signaling Ethan to hurry up. "Ok, sir." Ethan responded with a saluted and followed Shawn. 

"I have official attires but which of them will be the best?" Ethan asked with a concerned look on his face. "Do you remember those special military attires I gave you?" Shawn questioned. "Yes, is that what I'm supposed to wear?" Ethan asked again. "Yes, of course." Shawn replied. "Hooray!" Ethan said with joy. Quickly after they had taken care of themselves, they both wore their special military attires. 

In Fenzash, the Scriptweavers were regarded as pat of the military as they also helped in protecting the citizens against any harsh problem that may come cities way. Although Fenzash was a city it was one of the greatest cities that could run itself as a country therefore gaining much respect. 

Ethan's attire, the red military attire of a lieutenant in a was both functional and ceremonial, symbolizing authority and valor. A deep crimson tunic served as the base, tailored for a snug fit and reinforced with subtle enchantments for durability. Over this, a gleaming silver breastplate etched with intricate designs— crossed swords representing the kingdom—provides protection. Silver epaulettes, marked with a single star, rest on the shoulders, highlighting the lieutenant's rank. A short red cape, trimmed in black and fastened by a silver clasp bearing a heraldic emblem, draped elegantly from the shoulders, while a black leather belt with an engraved silver buckle cinched the tunic at the waist.

The attire was completed by dark maroon trousers and polished black leather boots with silver accents. Black gloves with silver trim add a final touch of precision. For formal occasions or battle, the lieutenant may don a sleek silver helm with a crimson feather plume, embodying bravery. The ensemble reflected not only the lieutenant's role as a leader but also their unwavering loyalty to the kingdom and its ideals.

Shawn's attire, the Prime Protector's attire was grand and commanding, designed to reflect both authority and prestige. The tunic was deep black, accented with gold embroidery along the collar and cuffs, symbolizing Shawn's elite status. Over the tunic, a luxurious dark cloak flowed from the shoulders, lined with rich crimson or purple and fastened by a jeweled clasp. The chest was protected by a polished, ornate breastplate, engraved with a powerful emblem of a mythical creature.

A golden sash crossed the waist with leather gloves, high boots, and a crown-like helmet, adorned with intricate details, completed the ensemble, marking the head captain as a respected leader and protector of the realm.

"Woo! You look good in your attire." Shawn said adoringly refering to Ethan. "Less adorable than what you look like in yours." Ethan said back. "Don't be like that. Well we have to hurry up." Shawn said and went out of he hut followed by Ethan. "Nyxslayer." Shawn called out. With a small opening appearing on the ground Nyxslayer got out and bowed. "Master. What can I do?" Nyxslayer asked. "But I thought Nyxslayer could only manifest at night?" Ethan asked. "Although Nyxslayer is the weakest I've created he still special." Shawn remarked. "Send us to the special military base." Shawn ordered. "But how is he going to take us there when it's not nighttime?" Ethan asked again. "Just keep quiet and watch." Shawn said. "Yes, master" Nyxslayer said and stretched forward his arms. "Nyx's veil." Nyxslayer said and instantly the whole place turned dark as is they were in a different location.

The next second, Ethan and Shawn were Infront of a huge building with a star at the top representing the military strategy base. The military strategy base operated as a high-tech, multi-layered fortress destined to blend cutting-ede technology with tactical efficiency. Situated in a remote mountainous location to maximize security, the base was equipped with advanced AI systems that provided real-time analysis of global threats. The complex was camouflaged by autonomous drones and advanced holographic technology, making it nearly invisible to conventional surveillance systems.

"Let's get inside." Shawn said. "The base is divided into various sections, including underground command centers, drone hangars, and energy-efficient barracks that employ bio-dome environments to support troops for extended periods. A fully integrated quantum computing network ensures rapid decision-making, with AI systems evaluating potential outcomes of operations in real time. This is just the beginning, you'll learn the rest later but now let's focus on our meeting." Shawn explained as they walked into the base. "Prime Protector Shawn is approaching." One of the soldiers shouted and instantly as being controlled as a group all the soldiers in the base turned towards Shawn with salute.

"It's ok. Continue the good work." Shawn said and all the soldiers were back to what they were doing. "As at now you haven't been recognised as on of us untill you pass the test of being a Lieutenant to me. Which means you must be the strongest. The test will come up next year so you'll have ten whole months to train." Shawn said. "Yes, sir." Ethan also replied with a saluted.

They walked into a huge office which had to be unlocked with the fingerprint of Shawn before they could enter. Immediately Shawn entered all the seven Scriptweavers who were once sitting stood up immediately. "Welcome, Prime Protector." All the Scriptweavers greeted in chorus. Ethan examined the room and found Melwen standing by a masked woman. "Prime Protector, what is Melwen doing by that woman." Ethan whispered to Shawn. "Except that woman, everyone here is the strongest in their category of Scriptweavers from different countries.We'll talk about it and the woman later." Shawn said and went for his seat with Ethan standing behind him. "Everyone for now this is my Lieutenant. Lieutenant Ethan Fen." Shawn announced. 

" Prime, if I may isn't this the boy who couldn't awaken his lexicon after the ritual." A man with extreme muscularity questioned. "Although you're not from this country you're well I formed. Yes, this is him." Shawn replied. "How can a person without a lexicon be your lieutenant? This is ridiculous." Another woman who had a staff with a green crystal rotating at the top said angrily. The other six Scriptweavers also joined in ranting except the woman who sat Infront of Melwen, she was the only one who seemed calm.

In a tense moment of the meeting, Shawn sat at the head of the large conference table, his gaze cold and unwavering. With a quiet, deliberate motion, he raised his hand and, with only the slightest of gestures, tapped the surface of the high-tech conference table with his index finger. The sound was faint at first, almost imperceptible, but in an instant, it rippled outward.

A low hum filled the room, and then, as if the air itself trembled with anticipation, a massive shockwave emanated from the point of contact. The force was invisible but undeniable, sending a violent surge of pressure through the air. The force of the wave was so intense that it sent the papers on the table scattering and caused everyone to lurch forward, their bodies pushed back in their seats as if the very weight of authority and power was crushing them.

The room shook as though an invisible giant had struck the ground beneath them, and the air itself felt thick, as if the world momentarily warped in response to the sheer power exerted by a single tap of Shawn's finger. The scriptweavers, now forced into submission, remained silent, their eyes wide with awe and fear, as the room settled back into an eerie stillness. Shawn who tapped the table remained unmoved, his finger still hovering above the surface, a silent reminder of his dominance. 

"I wouldn't mind to fight you all at once if this is how you're going to behave before me and disregarded my decisions." Shawn said with a fierce look in his eyes, a look that seemed able to tear reality apart. "I almost died." Ethan thought. "I'm sorry." Shawn turned to apologize to the masked woman, Melwen and Ethan. "Apology accepted." Ethan said casually. "You never change." Shawn said with a slight tap on Ethan's shoulders. "Your apology is noted." Melwen said whiles the woman just nodded. "Let's continue with the reason why we're here." Shawn said and tapped on a button on the conference table revealing the images of some strange beasts. 

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