Aftermaths ^^ (Filler Story)
Arcana HQ – Black Star Division, Dispatch Room 7
Veyrith Event Containment Briefing
Time: 9:53 PM
Beneath the gilded towers of Arcana's fortress-like headquarters, deep in the heart of the earth, the Black Star Division gathered in silence.
In the darkened war chamber, a massive 3D hologram spun slowly—a spiralling column of red and blue energy, recorded over the eastern sky. The tendrils rotated like serpents locked in divine combat.
A dozen eyes watched in silent awe.
📊 "Twin Beam confirmed," one analyst whispered. "Location pinged: 5.2 kilometers southeast of Veyrith Central. Residential. Not registered with any Academy, Guild, or Nexus surveillance net."
The red-ringed Inquisitor at the head of the table did not blink. Nayel, his cloak stiff with embedded wards, his face calm as tempered obsidian, folded his arms.
"Pattern?"
"Fire–Ice resonance. Astral surge consistent with mythical-class awakening. Cross-referenced with historical records. Closest match… is one of the Twelve Lineages."
A rare silence gripped the table.
"Authority?"
The AI readout beeped softly:
⚠️ Class-S Recovery Protocol: Approved
Objective: Contain or Confirm Bonding Status
Mode: Stealth Infiltration – No Collateral
Nayel nodded once.
"Deploy a Veil-Class Cruiser. Full null-signature.
Send one Seer, two Recon Talents, and a Binding Officer.
I want full astral sweep, contract scans, spiritual depth imaging.
If unbonded—contain. If bonded—extract the name."
He turned toward his operatives.
"Do not engage unless mass destabilization risk confirmed.
No theatrics. No mistakes."
They saluted and vanished into the dark hall, swallowed by hissed doors.
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🛸 Arcana Veil Cruiser – Above Veyrith
Time: 10:19 PM
The night sky above Veyrith rippled briefly—not thunder, but cloaked motion.
A sleek arcane cruiser hovered like a phantom above Jimmy's quiet neighbourhood, its rune-bound hull shifting colours like ink in water. Cloaked in both magic and stealth tech, it pulsed with black-blue light.
Inside, glowing panels blinked.
📡 "Scan complete. High-density Whisp residue. Fusion elemental. High-class readings confirmed."
One Seer placed her hand over a scrying orb, brow furrowed.
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On ground level, flashing red-and-blue lights blinked into the mist.
The Local Police had arrived.
Veyrith – Jimmy's House
Time: 10:24 PM
Five officers surrounded Jimmy's front yard, murmuring at the damaged soil, wet grass, and scorched rocks.
"We got multiple reports of something skybound. Light came from here,"
one officer said, tapping his comm crystal. "No fire, no death, but... this place looks like a training field."
Then two agents from Arcana—dressed in dull field cloaks with crest marks barely visible—walked up behind them.
"This is under Arcana investigation," one said coolly. "Step aside."
"We have jurisdiction—this is a civil matter. Citizen property. No damage to others."
"Not anymore," the Arcana agent responded.
Before either side could argue further—the door clicked open.
Everyone turned.
And Jimmy stepped out.
His black coat was slung over one arm. He looked calm, pale from sleep, eyes heavy.
But his eyepatch was gone.
His right eye—silver with faint ripples of starlight—gazed silently into the group.
A gasp.
One of the younger officers stumbled back.
"G–Ghost!"
Another muttered, "What the hell… is that?"
Jimmy, still wordless, simply lifted his wrist console. He stars at them silently. Local police asked 'Give me your Identity.'
Jimmy quickly all permits appeared in the air:
— Temporary stay authorization.
— School ID; Citizen ID, Whisp master taming Id.
— And a letter of lawful silence exemption from his academy. etc.
"His papers are… perfect," one officer whispered.
An Arcana agent stepped closer.
"How this happens to your eye?"
Jimmy typed slowly on his translator, voice cold but direct:
"From people like you."
"Then why remove your patch now?"
He typed again:
"Because I had just applied lotion inside. And I don't enjoy being stared at by people who ... . From whom I got hurt."
A short silence.
The agents shifted uncomfortably.
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Time: 10:38 PM
The garden was damp, half-scorched and half-frozen—scarred with broken lines of training marks and unnatural terrain formations. A faint steam still rose from the soil.
Jimmy stood calmly at the doorstep.
"I stay outside the city to avoid noise," he typed slowly onto the screen of his translator, showing it clearly.
"I'm registered as a Class-F candidate. Any other questions? I love being alone."
He handed over his papers.
The Arcana officer scanned the documents with a crystal rod—licensing, terrain clearance, privacy seal, citizen status. Everything lit up green. All matched.
And yet, a stillness lingered.
A second Arcana agent stepped forward, voice flat:
"Was a Whisp born here?"
Jimmy looked at him, quietly. He blinked once, then typed:
"No. I don't know. I just felt the heat. Shouldn't I go first if I saw it?"
That earned a faint frown. The man stepped closer.
"If you're hiding something… I'll have to check your background."
Jimmy typed again:
"You can your wish."
The officers exchanged a long glance.
Then, with no cause to push forward—and no legal flaw to pursue—they nodded curtly, turned, and walked away.
Jimmy watched them disappear behind the gate.
Then, with a quiet breath, he locked the door behind him.
"Bruno," he whispered as he turned to the mechanical guardian.
"If anyone else comes, wake me up."
:: Command Confirmed. ::
Jimmy changed clothes, pulled the blinds, and lay down beside the wall—his back to the door, mind finally slipping toward the rest he desperately needed.
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🧑🏫 A Few Minutes Later – Footsteps Outside Jimmy's Home
Veyrith City, 10:42 PM
Bruno's red optic flared to life.
:: Movement Detected. Visitor Detected. 5. ::
Jimmy, half-asleep and still wearing his travel shirt, pulled on his long black coat. He rubbed his eyes, then padded to the front door in silence.
Outside, in the dim moonlight, five figures stood staring at the uneven garden.
Mr. Asken, the biology teacher from Kirim City.
Ms. Theora, his class teacher from Veyrith Academy.
The Principal of the same school.
And a local police officer, arms folded, face unreadable.
All four of them were frozen in place, not by magic—by disbelief.
"This is where he lives?" Ms. Theora whispered, the words slipping from her lips involuntarily.
Mr. Asken gave a slow, almost haunted nod.
"None of the records said this… This is far beyond the city's reach. Off-grid, remote… unmonitored."
The principal frowned deeply, more shaken than annoyed. His teacher said
"There was no indication. We thought he was just quiet. But this is a isolation." (They know it from police.)
They turned just as the door opened.
Jimmy stepped into the frame, expression unreadable behind his usual blindfold.
His silence made them flinch more than a greeting might have.
"You… live here?" Ms. Theora asked quietly.
Jimmy nodded once.
"Alone?" Mr. Asken added, his voice rough, like he was putting something together too late.
Another silent nod.
They all looked at each other—none of them spoke right away.
It was the police officer who finally broke the tension.
"We've checked everything. Records are clean. House is registered under your guardian's name. Residency filed through proper channels. We're… surprised, but there's nothing wrong here."
Still, his voice held a note of uncertainty—he wasn't sure if he was talking to a student or something far stranger.
Ms. Theora glanced at the scarred terrain again—ash mixed with frozen puddles, as if fire and ice had battled each other into submission.
A silence passed. Then:
"Did something happen here?" she asked.
Jimmy tilted his head.
Then simply answered:
"No I am training for tomorrow's match."
Mr. Asken slowly exhaled. "He answered truthfully. I can sense it."
The police nodded once and gestured for the others to step back.
No further questions.
No accusations.
No attempt to push inside.
They all turned—quiet, shaken—and left without another word.
Jimmy stood at the door for a long moment after they vanished into the dark.
Then quietly locked the door behind him.
Drew the curtain.
And whispered:
"Bruno… check all the house quietly tonight. go for charge if anything happens."
:: Acknowledged. Comms Enabled. ::
The room dimmed. The house fell into a quiet stillness.
And Jimmy finally lay down again, pulling his blanket over his head.