Suddenly, the door creaked open once more, casting a sliver of light into the room. Lugard, ever-watchful and smart bodyguard, stepped into the room, his presence commanding attention. His eyes scanned the space before locking onto Sultan, his expression serious. “I need to speak with the young master,” Lugard announced, his voice firm yet respectful, his deep voice filling the room.Emmett's eyes flashed with irritation as he stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “You, Lugard, right? You're my bodyguard, not his,” he said, his voice sharp with authority, his brow furrowed in annoyance.Before Lugard could respond, Sultan raised his hand, a calm smile playing on his lips. “It's fine, Emmett. Let's not make a scene,” he said, his voice soothing, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He turned to Lugard, his demeanor as relaxed as ever, his interest piqued. “So, what's up, Lugard? What's so urgent?” he asked, his head tilted slightly to one side, inviting Lugard to spe

Lugard approached the Watson Estate, his pulse racing with anticipation. The gates, usually manned by two guards, were now fortified with four, their eyes scanning the surroundings with heightened vigilance. Each guard carried tactical batons, their grips tightening as they eyed Lugard's approach. Their stern expressions did little to ease the tension, their jaws clenched in unison.The surrounding area was swarming with reporters from various news outlets, microphones and cameras at the ready. They surged forward, a chorus of shouted questions filling the air, as Lugard stepped into the fray. "This is CBT News reporting live from outside the Watson Estate," a reporter announced into the microphone, her voice rising above the din. "We've received confirmation that a car registered to the Watson family was involved in a catastrophic accident. The whereabouts of Sultan Watson remain unknown." She paused, her eyes locked on Lugard, her gaze piercing. "Who is Sultan Watson? Did the Wat

As the trucks closed in, Sultan's heart racing with fear, he felt an instinctual surge course through his veins yet he had a calm inside. With no time to think, he squeezed his eyes shut and surrendered to an inexplicable sense of calm, his tense shoulders sagging in defeat. In the blink of an eye, the chaos of the impending crash – the screeching tires, the crunching metal – transformed into a strange serenity, like a silent whisper in his ear. When Sultan opened his eyes, he found himself standing in a dimly lit room of an ordinary building, his gaze wandering aimlessly as his mind struggled to catch up with the sudden shift in reality.In the quiet, ordinary building, three men stood together in a dimly lit room, the air thick with tension. The man in the middle, his eyes fixed on the floor, appeared nervous, beads of sweat trickling down his brow as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. The man on the right, his hands clenched into fists, was visibly shakes, his e

Sultan had barely turned back when he felt the arrival of another presence, a subtle disturbance in the air that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He was still adjusting to the shift in the room's atmosphere, his senses heightened, when Lord Lin materialized from thin air, his appearance seemingly conjured from the shadows themselves.Sultan's eyes darted around, confirming that neither Orion nor his men seemed to notice this new arrival, their faces frozen in a mixture of fear and confusion. It was as if an invisible barrier separated them, isolating Lin and Sultan from the rest of the scene, creating a pocket of secrecy amidst the chaos.Orion's men, oblivious to the strange shift, remained focused on Calvin, who was convulsing on the floor, his skin darkening, his screams growing increasingly monstrous, reverberating through the room like a beast's roar. Calvin's body arched, his limbs flailing wildly, as if possessed by some dark force, his eyes rolling back

Sultan stepped through the portal into the Major Arcana World, the realm brimming with a surreal energy that made his skin tingle. He found himself in a vast hall, its architecture defying earthly logic, blending ancient and futuristic elements in a kaleidoscope of colors and patterns.Arrayed before him stood the members of the Major Arcana, their figures imposing and enigmatic. Some faces he recognized, while others were new and inscrutable. There was an air of anticipation, a collective breath held in suspense.A figure clad in deep blue robes, The Magician, stepped forward, a sly smile playing on his lips. “Welcome, Sultan, to the Major Arcana World,” he announced, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. “Today marks your ascendance. You are now one of us, though our circle remains incomplete. In due time, you will return to fulfill your true destiny.”Sultan, trying to mask his curiosity with nonchalance, nodded. “I get it. But I’ve got a request,” he said, his voice steady but w