Summoning America

Chapter 65: Awakening

February 16, 1640
Magicaregia, Annonrial Empire
Resurrection Management Agency Headquarters

"Damn it! Damn it all!" A light-winged man slammed a desk lamp into a wall, sending pieces scattering all over the floor and creating an unsightly gash along the wall itself. His wings flowed with luminous energy, glowing brighter. He smashed the desk beside him with his fist, a short shimmer emanating from his wings as he channeled magical energy to enhance his strength. "How?!" He bellowed, looking around the room with bloodshot eyes.

The terrified employees dared not answer, for fear of inciting an undesirable reaction from their boss.

The air around the man grew darker — literally — as an ominous shadow engulfed the edges of his frame. This demented aura contrasted well with his white robes, highlighting his rage. His crazed eyes eventually locked onto a single individual. He walked toward the unlucky soul, who was already visibly trembling. "You!" He pointed at the winged man dressed in brown robes.

"Y-yes, Director Zamuras?" The poor man stood up, quivering in his boots.

Zamuras clenched a mug, shattering it with his grip as he spoke. "Send word to Inferior Affairs and the AIA. Tell them that Director Zamuras is requesting a team of their best intelligence officers."

"I will d-do that right away, sir!" The man bowed before quickly exiting the room, his heart pounding out of his chest.

Zamuras unexpectedly swiveled around, pointing at yet another employee, "And you!"

The frightened woman, wearing beige robes, jumped in surprise. "Sir?" She managed to say.

"You're in charge." He then pointed at the debris strewn about the floor and the random employee's broken desk. He lowered his voice, calming down. "Get this mess cleaned up and prepare a document of our budget and leave it in my office. Oh, and prepare my helicopter! I will review the documents when I return from Oranatha Castle."

The woman nodded, internally sighing in relief before she got back to work. "Yes, sir. Alright people, you heard—"

Zamuras left the room, heading straight for the elevator. He telekinetically pushed the elevator button as he walked. A chime sounded as he arrived in front of the doors, which promptly opened. He entered, pressing a button corresponding to the highest floor. While he waited, soothing music written by Ravernal musicians thousands of years ago played. The magical piece had a calming effect on his mind, allowing him to disperse the anger stored within him. Another chime sounded, followed by the doors opening.

Outside, a helicopter spun its blades, ready to take off. He approached the vehicle, a servant opening the door for him. As he stepped inside, he picked up a manacomm headset and gave the pilot orders. "Oranatha Castle," he yelled over the sound of an engine and the buzzing blades outside.

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Oranatha Castle

Zamuras walked down a massive hallway, his footsteps echoing from the walls. At the end of the hallway stood a towering set of golden doors, guarded by a dozen Imperial Guardsmen holding rifles and a light-winged mage who wielded an arcane spear. As Zamuras approached them, all he could think about was seeing the glory of his homeland firsthand. Now, that dream was in jeopardy.

"Director Zamuras," the mage stepped forward, "What brings you here?"

Zamuras maintained his frown. "Captain Latharos, I bring bad news from overseas. I must inform His Holiness Emperor Zaratosthra immediately."

The mage looked back, nodding at his men. Two guards placed their hands on circular engravings on each door, channeling energy into them. The engravings recognized their magical signatures, unlocking and opening by itself. Latharos and his men then stepped to the side. "After you," he said, stretching his arm toward the chamber.