The Birth of Artificial Mages

The rhythmic thrum of the helicopter blades echoed across the dense forest as Alberto's private aircraft descended toward the Arcane Research Institute (ARI).

From above, it appeared as nothing more than a series of unremarkable buildings nestled in the wilderness. Only those who knew the truth understood the vast, subterranean labyrinth that lay beneath—a place where science and magic intertwined to push the boundaries of what was possible.

The helicopter touched down on a concealed landing pad, its rotors slowing as the Alberto stepped out, flanked by his personal guard.

He had come to witness the fruits of his most ambitious project, one that could redefine the future of the Bernard Empire.

Circe stood at the edge of the landing pad.

"Your Majesty," Circe greeted, her voice steady. "Welcome to the Arcane Research Institute. We are honored by your presence."