Bio-Weapon in Atlantis

Moksh, Theron, and Lyra investigate the mysterious Architect, a shadowy figure manipulating both the Council's digital and physical realms. As they uncover hidden patterns, they discover the Architect's plan to unleash a bio-weapon, Project Nemesis, which targets individuals based on their DNA. They also learn of a betrayal from Councilman Silas, who is deeply involved in the conspiracy.

The trio infiltrates a secret research facility where Silas and his team conduct dangerous experiments. A fierce battle ensues, and while they manage to incapacitate his operatives and seize evidence, Silas escapes into the shadows. Their victory is short-lived as The Architect, anticipating the setback, activates the virus remotely. Chaos erupts within the Council as members begin succumbing to the genetically engineered plague.

Now, with time running out and Silas still at large, Moksh, Theron, and Lyra must race to find a cure and stop the Architect before it's too late.

Theron's breath hitched, a ragged gasp lost in the growing cacophony of panicked whispers. "What will happen now?" he stammered, his eyes wide with terror. "We're all going to die, aren't we?" He gestured wildly, his voice rising in pitch. "It's all your fault, Moksh! You shouldn't have attacked Silas; then he wouldn't have activated the bio-weapon!"

The accusation hung in the air, thick and venomous, a stark reflection of the fear gripping them all. Lyra, her face etched with worry, stepped forward, her voice a soothing balm against Theron's hysteria. "Calm down, Theron. He saved our lives today. If he hadn't acted in time, none of us would be alive. It pains me to say it, but Moksh, you did the right thing. And as for the bio-weapon, Silas would have used it anyway."

Her words, though laced with reluctant acknowledgment, did little to quell the rising tide of dread. "But...but the virus!" Theron cried, his voice trembling. "It's spreading! We're all going to..."

"Enough," Lyra interrupted, her voice sharp. "We need to focus on finding a solution. Moksh," she turned to him, her eyes searching his, "what can we do now?"

Moksh, his face a mask of grim determination, paused for a moment, his gaze distant as he sifted through the swirling chaos of his thoughts. "Souden Damu," he finally said, the name resonating with an air of quiet authority.

"The Elite 2, Mr. Souden?" Theron asked, his voice laced with a sliver of hope. "Will he help us?"

"Why wouldn't he?" Lyra countered, her brow furrowed. "He's from Elite 9, and he's also a council officer."

"And most importantly," a voice chimed in from behind, "he's our childhood friend, isn't he, Moksh?"

Moksh nodded, a flicker of something akin to warmth in his usually stoic eyes.

"Oh, Sir Elite 7, meaning Mr. Albert!" Theron exclaimed, his surprise evident. "When did you arrive?"

"I just came to tell Moksh that the Grandmaster is calling for you," Albert replied, his gaze unwavering.

Moksh followed Albert, the weight of the impending crisis pressing down on him. The Grandmaster's chamber, usually a sanctuary of calm, now thrummed with an undercurrent of anxiety.

"Mr. Moksh," Grandmaster Elias began, his voice heavy with concern, "I just received a report that the virus is only attacking those who can use magic. And as a result, their mana is draining. So, what will you do now?"

"So Moksh, you're sure we're calling him?" Albert asked.

"100%," Moksh replied, his voice firm. "I have complete faith in him."

"Then I'll contact him," Albert said, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"Then I'll look into the situation here and prepare a report to help him a little," Moksh added, his mind already racing with possibilities.

"Got it," Albert said, and with a swift incantation, he vanished in a swirl of light, teleporting to Osaka.

The Japan Paranormal Council HQ buzzed with activity, a stark contrast to the growing chaos in Atlantis. Albert, his urgency palpable, made his way to the Medical Research Room.

"Where is the Medical Research Room, and is Mr. Souden Damu there?" he asked the receptionist, his voice sharp.

"Yes, he's in his research room," the receptionist replied.

A nearby council member recognized Albert. "You're from Elite 9, aren't you? If I'm not mistaken, your name is Albert Sarkar."

"Yes, but this is an emergency," Albert insisted. "Take me to Mr. Damu quickly."

Souden, immersed in his research, looked up in surprise as Albert entered. "Albert, what are you doing here? You're never seen. Do you know how long it's been since we met?"

"Yes, it's been two years since that incident, but that's not the point. There's an emergency. Someone named Architect has spread a bio-weapon, a virus, in Atlantis. If we don't stop it quickly, those who can use magic will be in great danger. So, let's go without wasting time."

"But I need to inform him," Souden protested.

"I'm coming with you, so we can get it done faster," Albert countered.

Moments later, they teleported to Atlantis, arriving directly before the Grandmaster's chamber.

"Sir, may we come in?" Albert asked, knocking on the door.

"Come in, Mr. Albert," Elias replied.

"名人さん,ごきげんいかがですか?" (How are you Grandmaster) Souden asked, his voice respectful.

"Things aren't good," Elias replied, his gaze troubled.

Another knock echoed through the chamber. Moksh entered, carrying a thick folder. "Sir, I've brought the full report of what I observed."

"You guys came, good," Moksh said, his eyes flicking between Souden and Albert.

"This is a pleasant amazing surprise, Moksh. You're here? I didn't think you'd rejoin," Souden exclaimed.

"I didn't rejoin; I was made to join," Moksh replied, his gaze hardening. "That's not the point."

He presented the report, his voice precise and clinical. "From my examination, I understand that the virus is somehow affecting the victims' nervous systems, lowering their immunity, and disrupting the body's mana supply chain. This is causing mana draining problems. It's primarily disrupting the mana supplying chains in the brain, making it difficult for mana to be supplied to the body, and the mana draining problem starts. The one who created this virus is very clever."

Souden's eyes scanned the report, a flicker of understanding dawning. "Still, I'll examine it once, and then I can create an antidote. You've made a lot of my work easier, Moksh. From this, I know where I need to examine."