A/N: sorry for the late update I'm arranging the house since I don't have to go to work and school
I know this chapter is short I just did it this afternoon please don't be angry and if you have any complain put them in the comment
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*Chapter 32: Kamar-Taj Part 2
*Year: 1982*
*Location: Timeless Phantom HQ*
*— 3rd Person POV —*
Illias sat in his office, a tall stack of classified files laid out before him, each one filled with scattered clues, rumors, and dead ends—all centered on one target: *Kamar-Taj*.
He examined each file with the composure of a seasoned strategist. His eyes flickered over failed recon reports, blurred satellite images, and the occasional myth-like account whispered from travelers. All of it was disappointingly vague.
Across from him stood Jasmine, his trusted assistant—calm, diligent, and precise. Jasmine continued handing over the latest field reports. Dozens of teams had been sent across the world, but every trail had grown cold.
Then, suddenly, Jasmine's phone buzzed. He answered immediately.
"Yes?"
A pause.
"What? Say that again—slowly."
His tone changed. Excitement flashed briefly in his eyes, even if his voice remained steady.
"I see. Bring that report immediately," he said before ending the call.
Illias raised an eyebrow. "That tone… something important?"
Jasmine cleared his throat and smiled faintly. "Father, I just received a report. One of our agents may have found a trace of Kamar-Taj."
Illias's face didn't shift. No smile. No sudden movement. But internally, his mind surged.
'Finally…'
"Then what are you waiting for? Bring it," Illias said, calm as ever.
"I already sent for it," Jasmine replied, still amazed by his father's emotional discipline. *Even now, he doesn't show an ounce of excitement.*
Just then, a knock came at the door.
"That should be my secretary," Jasmine said.
"Let them in," Illias replied.
"Enter," Jasmine called.
A young man stepped in—polished, sharp-eyed. He bowed with practiced grace. "Greetings, Faction Leader. Greetings, Master."
This was *Brown*, Jasmine's personal secretary. Despite his formal title, Brown was no ordinary aide. A 1st Rank Disciple, he had been following Jasmine since their days as 7th-rank disciples. A loyal shadow, refined by shared ambition.
"The report," Illias said with a simple nod.
Brown handed it over with both hands and exited quietly.
Illias opened the file and scanned the document. His eyes paused on one line: *Report Author — Tashi.*
He remembered that name. Tashi was the one who brought the master task of finding kamar taj. And now he'd delivered results.
"Keep an eye on this Tashi," Illias said suddenly. "If you can, bring him into your circle. Some people are born with great timing. And timing… is a form of power."
"Yes, Master," Jasmine replied respectfully. When they were alone, he could call him Father—but not here. Not while duty stood between them.
Reading further, Illias learned that the location of Kamar-Taj was... a bustling village in *Nepal*. Unassuming, modest—hardly the ancient fortress of mystical legend they had all expected.
"Grant Tashi and every member of his squad a blood serum one rank higher than their current classification," Illias instructed.
"And send a message to all departments—*The Intelligence Division has found Kamar-Taj.*"
"Yes, Faction Leader. I'll handle it immediately."
Jasmine bowed and left the office.
Alone now, Illias leaned back, deep in thought.
'Should I deliver the news to the Master myself? Or… let Jasmine take the credit? If I let him rise to Pseudo Apostle, it will only make things easier when I eventually form my own organization. I could ask the Master for a name when I see him next.'
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A/N: I don't have idea on the name that I should give the organization if you have just drop it in the comment
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*Location: Across Timeless Phantom Departments*
*— 3rd Person POV —*
Inside the Operations & Field Division HQ, *Uruk* was surrounded by reports—each more disappointing than the last.
"These damn ghosts," he muttered. "Is Kamar-Taj even real…?"
Then came a knock.
"Enter."
A disciple walked in, face tight with nervous energy. "Master, the Intelligence Division just reported—Kamar-Taj has been found."
Uruk blinked.
"…Dismissed."
As soon as the disciple left, a primal roar exploded from the office.
"DAMN THOSE CUNNING BASTARDS!!! They let us waste three years on phantom trails?!"
The floor shook. Energy rippled violently down the corridor. The entire department fell into silence.
Everyone knew—the beast was angry.
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Elsewhere in a marble bathing hall filled with incense and soft golden light, *Seraphine* bathed gracefully as two young male disciples washed her skin like sacred priests in a ritual. Her expression was calm, eyes half-lidded.
Then the doors opened.
"Master," a disciple reported. "The Intelligence Division has located Kamar-Taj."
Seraphine's lips curved slightly. "Heh… True to their name. If there's something buried beneath heaven and earth, they'll sniff it out."
She smiled… then twisted the necks of the two men scrubbing her back. Their bodies fell into the water with soft splashes.
The disciple didn't flinch.
"Burn the remains," Seraphine said casually.
"Yes, Master."
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Across the Timeless Phantom, other factions received the news.
Some in silence. Some in rage. Others in awe.
But one truth now bound them all:
*Kamar-Taj had been found.*
And with it, a new page of destiny would be written.
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A/N: don't forget my power stone, comment drop a review and everything