All around the planet of Val
Over the course of the first five days of the week before the Council Meeting, society regains its structure. Enforcers all across the planet deal with the monster threats, wiping them out and saving the civilians who were too weak to protect themselves even after the tutorial. The majority of the Gates within the cities are taken under control by the various Spire Lords and Ladies, the majority of whom were previously higher ranking enforcers within the League of Enforcer. But many of the Spire Lords and Ladies are unknowns within society.
Some of them are found by the other enforcers to be rogues. Criminals with ‘abilities’ known before the System’s arrival.
Others are completely unknown to anyone, many with skills they found to be far stronger than everyone originally thought when they were just ‘abilities’.
And throughout the first five days of the post-tutorial world, one Spire Lord or Lady after another makes contact with and invites outsiders from other worlds. From other organizations.
Both powerful organizations and weaker ones.
The Order, followers of Order, the Primordial of Order. Invited by the Successor to Order on Val.
The Tower of Chaos, followers of Chaos, the Primordial of Chaos. Invited by a chaos mage amongst the top enforcers.
The Adventurer’s Guild, invited by the Black Enforcer.
The Hunter’s Guild, invited by the White Enforcer.
One after another, the outside powers slowly find places on the new planet. Meanwhile natives of Val slowly begin to learn about and compete in System Events.
But throughout all of this, one important individual on the planet remains disengaged from everything else.
Leaving all of the powers on the planet feeling uncomfortable and uncertain as they look at the massive park she now calls home.
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Spire #1
The Black Enforcer looks out from the top of his Spire down at the skyscrapers around him. At the city streets on the ground, and at the people quickly going about from one place to another. All in a hurry.
Likely trying to get to wherever they’re going without running into a monster or having a Gate appear near them.
The man has short black hair, with pitch black irises and a tall yet fit build. He’s wearing a long, black coat over an equally black albeit slightly formal shirt and pants, and no matter how long he stares out at the city, his gaze doesn’t change.
Except when he looks in the direction of the largest park located in the capital.
Where his daughter is residing.
“Sir, the Guildmaster wishes to speak with you,” a high ranking enforcer declares after teleporting onto the top of the Spire. Only to teleport away again when the Black Enforcer merely nods his head without speaking.
Silence fills the peak of the Spire for several seconds, the man simply staring out in the direction of the park within the capital, before it’s broken by the sound of the Black Enforcer’s footsteps echoing from the Spire as he turns around. But they don’t last for long before a wave of shadows envelops him, and he vanishes. Reappearing once more seconds later through a cloud of shadows appearing on the fifth floor of the Spire.
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Where a blond-haired elf is sitting elegantly on a chair at the end of a long table. Simply sipping coffee.
The Black Enforcer looks her over for a second, briefly remembering the first time he met the woman. When he was competing in his very first Official System Event, not long after watching Ashley’s.
She had contacted him immediately after his Event, where he wiped the floor with all of the other competitors with his shadow magic. His Skill Tree, Shadows Requiem, already proving to be growing his strength more than simply practicing his magic before the System could’ve ever done.
At first he had little interest in the affairs of the outside universe, but his opinion on the matter changed when his wife, the White Enforcer, spoke with him about the benefits they could obtain. Especially since the other powers would be entering the world regardless of what they did. So making a connection with them would benefit them when dealing with the powers.
The sound of the Guildmaster’s cup of coffee tapping against a small plate on the table fills the meeting room before the beautiful looking woman – not as beautiful as his wife – turns to look at him.
Then they simply stare at each other in the eyes for several seconds.
Only for the silence to be broken by the sound of the door to the room opening and the White Enforcer walking inside. The woman has her long silver-blue hair tied back in a ponytail and is wearing a winter jacket despite the relatively lukewarm temperatures outside. Meanwhile her boots send the sounds of her footsteps echoing through the small room as she leads a man inside behind her.
The Black Enforcer quickly recognizes the man as the Guildmaster of the Hunter’s Guild.
The organization that contacted his wife after her own first Official System Event.
But unlike the Guildmaster of the Adventurer’s Guild, who the Black Enforcer finds staring at the Hunter’s Guild’s Guildmaster with her eyes narrowed a little, the Hunter’s Guildmaster is far less dignified in his appearance. In fact, to the Black Enforcer, he simply looks like a muscleheaded dragon wearing a set of gray and gold battle armor.
Medieval style battle armor, with heavy metal covering the thing.
And a pair of draconic wings stretching out of the armor, proving his identity as a dragon.
The Black Enforcer’s wife walks up to stand at the front of the room, so he joins her there and they both cross their arms while staring at the two Guildmasters, each of whom sit down. Then they begin to reintroduce themselves.
“As you may already know, I am Sebastian Sinclair, otherwise known as the Black Enforcer,” the Black Enforcer says.
“And I’m Catherine Sinclair, the White Enforcer,” his wife says immediately after.
After one last glance at the hunter Guildmaster, the Guildmaster of the Adventurer’s Guild fully focuses on them and bows her head as she says, “I am Sariel Evergreen, Guildmaster of the Val branch of the Adventurer’s Guild. And I thank you for inviting me to this world.”
“An’ we feel the same ere’,” the hunter says with a grin on his face as he leans over the table, his long crimson hair falling over his shoulder and his glowing crimson eyes burning with flames in the process, “thanks for the invite! The name’s Roth Kalvar.”
“It’s a pleasure to work with the both of you,” Sebastian states, his voice devoid of any of the warmth he shows only rarely to his own children, albeit only after the accident snapped him out of his fog.
Meanwhile his wife nods her head with a polite smile and says, “A pleasure indeed.”
A brief moment of silence fills the room. One with a slightly tense air.
The Black Enforcer narrows his eyes slightly at the tense atmosphere.
Then the Guildmaster of the Adventurer’s Guild reaches for her coffee again while saying, “There’s one thing I wanted to clear up before we get started.” And immediately after she says that, the Guildmaster of the Hunter’s Guild nods his head in agreement.
“Ask,” the Black Enforcer states without moving an inch.
Instead of Sariel asking, Roth speaks up, his gruff voice echoing in the room, “Are you two truly the parents of the Successor of Chaos?”
Both the Black and White Enforcers stiffen up ever so slightly. Despite having expected the question.
These two aren’t the only ones who have asked after all.
They’ve gotten many questions from enforcers all around the world, along with many different outsider organizations. All asking this one question.
But these two aren’t people they can simply ignore.
So the White Enforcer takes a deep breath and answers, “Yes, we are.”
Meanwhile the Black Enforcer just nods his head in agreement. Not saying a word as he grits his teeth ever so slightly.
Guilt gnawing at him more and more with every single time he’s asked this question.
Especially when his promise to Blake and Elizabeth makes it impossible to go see Ashley any time soon.
Not until the Council Meeting.
The two Guildmasters look at the two enforcers for several seconds before eventually they both move on from the subject. With the Black Enforcers assuming they noticed the atmosphere when their daughter is brought up.
“Then let’s begin,” Sariel states while placing her cup of coffee back on the table again. “With the plans to set up our guilds in the capital of the world known as Val.”