The sun smiled on the small town, bungalow buildings beautified the town in a complex state it almost simulated an indigenous local estate.  The small town was surrounded by an evergreen forest that seemed predominant across the city, it's also known to be an illegal border to migrants from middleville to Arizona north.  The asphalt road only led backward and forward to New York and Scotts town respectively.  From a semi-detached building painted with two different colours vertically green and orange with yellow stripes, at the end of doorstep were two decorative flowers and a brown leather doormat. A man in his early twenties walked out as the door smirked open, he had a black curl short hair and blue eyes, his chocolate skin glowed due to the sun's ray on him.   He smartened his black suit finalising his white tie round his neck before walking towards a black Merced

"What are you talking about grandmaster?  The Druidmaster race has been eradicated eons ago! I don't think there's any other means on how it another Druidmaster should exist?" Lord thanis explained.  "There's nothing above the will of the ethereal gods?"  The man known as the Grandmaster explained. History had it that he came from the race of immortal beings bounded by their own will to continue living, at once they were considered as the fathers of the universe and knowledge, also known to be older than the universe itself.  Pat who has been listening to their chat finally asked "What are you both talking about?"  "I said you came from the race of guardians born long ago based on the decisions of the ethereal gods."  Grandmaster explained "I acknowledged you lacked divine essence which means you're different." 

The cloud was serene as its use to be with no clouds nor stellar objects to beautify the already void heavens but the breeze was chilling as it ran down Pat spine giving him a shivering nerve as he stood before the green pasture.   The Tribune has offered him a new outfit similar to that of the Hebrew Jews; white long rode, red waist belt and red bracelets, his hair was neatly combed leaving it relaxed glaring at the bright heavens.   The High-warlock acknowledged him on his staying in the domain would take months and even years if care isn't taken but thanks to the void time in the dimension, his absent in the world won't be noticed by anyone.  His vicinity was vast, the length of a football pitch with green legumes and weeds bit no trees could be seen in sight. Virote stood beside Pat staring at the horizon, her gaze was so calm even Pat couldn't take his eyes off her. I

BOOM!  An upheaval surfaced as an eldritch energy flung the door of the museum open rigidly the wave from the destruction shuffled glasses into smithereens.  He stood in a fighting stance as two prestidigitators fell to the ground lifeless with glass spikes slaughtered them limb by limb, eight more prestidigitators bordered him with their wands not resting as mana energies burst out in rage.   The figure conjured green eldritch energy in his palm to form a force field that instantly deflected the assaulting energies into gust of feeble winds, he then transmogrified the same force field into a ball size energy before forcing it out into a wave of omnidirectional wave of energy but the prestidigitators guarded themselves with reflective force fields that bounced back the attack at the sender but instead the figure only absorbed it like it was nothing but it only served as a diversion as he had a

It was empty with just Pat standing before the three high councils, he wanted to disclose to them what he learnt of the intruder but his hopes on getting who it was were pretty low.  The day he was attacked with Virote, he felt something breathtaking.  He felt a distinct energy sensation he has never felt in his life.  The energy wave was so weak he could hardly distinct it from every magical sources in the legerdemain tribunal, it was almost like the thief inhabiting this aura was trying to keep stealth from been sensed within the Tribune.  It was a leak so infinitesimal even the high-warlock of magic in the source of magic couldn't detect his presence.  Above that, he knew the thief knew him accurately and knew of his weakness as of Virote's affection on him.  So the intruder must be within the councils. &n