'What the hell is this?' Cecilia thought.
She stared at the scene before her, trying—failing—to process it.
The Tower of Magic was one of the most secure buildings on the planet, well renowned for its technological infrastructure. Arcane encryption, security protocols designed by some of the most brilliant minds in human history, surveillance systems capable of tracking mana signatures down to the finest detail.
And yet…
A boy—not a battle-hardened mage, not a legendary strategist, but a boy—was shattering through those defenses with nothing but a laptop, a smirk, and the casual arrogance of someone who made the impossible look like child's play.
Tens of thousands of mages.
Hundreds of floors.
A coordinated counteroffensive that turned a cult invasion into a desperate retreat.
Arthur wasn't just reacting to the chaos—he was controlling it.
