The Continental Magic Information Center was no ordinary building. Located in the heart of the Witch Kingdom's Base City, slender towers of magical obsidian rose, connected by suspended passages of violet crystal that seemed to float in midair. At night, currents of mana coursed through the towers like tamed lightning, reflecting off the curved windows and transforming the place into a living constellation.
Here, secrets were not only kept: they were distilled, analyzed, and weaponized.
And at the center of it all was Cabernet Inaura, the youngest Director in the Center's history.
Seated at her black silver desk, covered in runes that automatically organized the scrolls and memory crystals, Cabernet seemed the very embodiment of discipline. Her dark wine-colored hair was pulled back in a neat bun, with only a stray strand falling across her face. Her eyes—a deep, almost translucent lilac—scanned the documents with speed and precision.
