...In the same time-frame that Team 4 busied themselves on breaking the illusory darkness, Mr. Abrams greeted a few sudden guests.

39 sudden guests, to be exact.

Mr. Abrams: "Welcome to Dormitory two. I believe this was your group’s collective target…correct?"

Without waiting for an answer, the handsome white – haired magician turned around to face the thirty-eight folks behind the groggy leader. One by one, he approached them, and stared deeply into their pupils. His iridescent, blue eyes brightened brilliantly – and for each individual scout, fifteen seconds passed. All the while, the female squad leader attempted desperately to lift her heavy and unresponsive eyelids. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, nor how adamantly she willed for it; they wouldn’t open any further than a slit.

Mr. Abrams: “Don’t bother trying to open them. Your eyelids, I mean. A spell has been cast on you. In fact, the spell was cast on all thirty eight of your comrades too, but they didn’t serve much use to me, so I let them sleep. You only woke due to my ability to weaken or strengthen my spells’ effects at will. But If you thought I would allow you the opportunity to regain full control over your body and senses, then you’re sorely mistaken. You see, I only need you awake to confirm whether or not your mind holds the same defenses as One claimed his did.

I was told, that with a thought, he and his team would have their brains turned into mush. Now, was that from YOU’RE boss whom he was employed by, or from his own? I’m slightly eager to find out~ (Although I already got my answer by successfully managing to scan the lackeys. This is to confirm the rules aren’t different between a leader’s mind and her underlings - who’s memories are virtually useless.) Now then; let us see what horrible secrets you’re hiding...”

*BEEP!*

Mr. Abrams: “...Hm? My phone? Bah, I’ll check through my messages later.”

His eyes shone just as brilliant as before against the lackeys – though this time with a completely different response. Her head started to burn.

Calabria: “Gghhaaaaaaaaaaah!! Aaaahhh!!”

Two disgruntled, despair - filled screams escaped her soft lips. Without pause, Mr. Abrams scanned her head suspiciously. It was no doubt, a trap.

Mr. Abrams: “Hm...A curse… I see. It appears the goal here is without any doubt, to render the two of us nothing more than a pair of ash piles while I was preoccupied with searching every tidbit of your memories. It really is too bad you met me. If not for my power surpassing most other magicians in creation and order-related magic, I’m sure you would have nothing to worry about right now.

Or well, YOU would, since your head would still be burning. But your organization wouldn’t, since your memories would die along with you and the unfortunate soul trying to learn your plans. Furthermore… this type of fire… it’s not real fire. This is soul flame: energy that takes on the properties of flame, such as high leveled heat, but not the physical defects that come along with it. And it’ll continue to burn until our souls are touched, where it’ll begin to dim. How tricky… But in essence, it just needs to be put out with soul dew. Either that, or…

…

Or I could simply destroy the ‘rule’ placed inside of this woman’s skull.”

With a thought, he gathered bright, golden energy into the palm of his hand and condensed it magnificently. Such an enchanting sight would render any spectator awestruck!!

...Well, normally anyway. At least, not when the only witness is having her head burned away like some horrifying sacrifice.

The light condensed at last, pulling the remaining straggler specs of bright energy into itself before minimizing and taking shape. The energy became a word. It shifted between the known human languages for the word ‘Free’. The German word ‘Frei’… The Korean word ‘Muryo’… The Spanish Word ‘Libre’… and the English word ‘Free’. Each of these are linguistic variants of the same word and because of this, became parts of the ethereal formation Houdini’s magical order took.

The ‘curse’ was a form of order magic: which is in and of itself, the same as creation magic except with slightly different qualities. While one focuses primarily on the establishment, management and replacement of rules or order… the other focuses primarily on the aspect of creation and creating. Recreating as well as replacing with a new creation are both Creation magic. While Order and Creation each have their own focus, they share the same base. That is why, just like Chaos and Destruction’s relationship; Creation and Order can be seen very similarly to conjoined twins.

Nevertheless, Mr. Abrams needed only a thought to formulate a brand new ‘rule’. His vast freedom over creation and order magic, are one of the main reasons Houdini is feared. Though these mercenaries actually fear his never-ending ‘vision’ greater than his strength. With such numbers, Darz feels somewhat confident to take out the famed Monitor Man. However, if Houdini alerts the other heroes and security that have been spread throughout their school’s vast territory, This mercenary Coalition will seem very pitiable in comparison.

The newly formed ‘rule’ flew into the pained leader’s skull and a fierce battle ensued between the two runes. Only, after 30 seconds, Mr. Abrams’s rule overwrote the old symbol that acted as a ‘curse’ and released its effects. The old and defeated symbol to manifest soul fire was dislodged and set ‘free’ where it quickly dissipated – returning to the world as harmless, ordinary energy.

The fire quickly put died out, but the damage had already been done. Still, there was no room for pity in Mr. Abrams’s eyes. His cold and glowering pupils glared at her mercilessly. After all, why did she come here? Who asked her to work for these scum as a group of contracted killers? How dare she attempt to assist in the killing of children – HIS assigned children right after an assault already took place? If anything, she should never have joined these people. It was akin to selling her soul, in his mind.

Mr. Abrams: “Hahaha! This string – puller sure is bold! One attack fails, yet you remain undeterred, confident in your position to try again with greater ferocity. Ha! You must be at the zenith of your influence at school then, huh? Let’s see what you’re plotting.”

*BEEP!*

Mr. Abrams: “...(Another text. Fuck it. This one will have to wait too.)”

With a bright flash of light, pupils met with pupils, and memories seemed to pour out like a never-ending current.

He learned about the current company headed his way, Team 4. Its numbers were 5000! Although he already knew this piece of information, since he was the one that stole each of their right arms with his lazy teleportation and gave off an impressive illusion that eliminated their collective sensory capabilities. He also cut off their communication techniques thanks to a simple wind manipulation that even managed to successfully carry imprinted memories of his student, Alyandrea.

Granted; he didn’t truthfully start to teach her anything just yet. Calling her his student felt weird.

As for the arms? He safely stored them in a similar state to the two magically frozen nurses. His power, ‘Lazy teleportation’ is extremely underrated by many. After all, most people don’t view teleportation as an offensive superpower.

And most of the time – they’d be right. If anything, it’s capabilities shine most prominently, in support and escape usages. They are near perfect for getting away from foes, depending on the source your teleportation derives from. After all, just as there are varying types of super strength, there are varying types of teleportation – or at the very least, varying ways to teleport. Mr. Abrams’s personally created teleportation skill is a powerful fusion of Psychic, magical and quantum teleporting skills that can not only work on the caster or target, but separate a piece of the target and focus on the ‘newer’ target. Similar to zooming in on a spot of a digital image online. All teleportation techniques are related to space in some way, but they aren’t all DERIVED from it.

Rather, Mr. Abrams’s is a unique one that can tap into the origin energy around him already CONNECTED to ‘space’ and use that tethered energy to replicate spacial effects through magical, psychical, quantifiable means, or any mix of these three.

His teleportation however, just like nearly all other teleportation skills, needs to know a pair of coordinates or a destination. But that is what his ‘Remote Viewing’ is for. With it, he can view anywhere in the galaxy, the known mortal realm or even beyond, so long as his energy can stretch far enough without depleting first.

In other words; if he wanted to, he could rip your heart out in seconds while you’re in a completely separate continent than he is, and simultaneously be taking a brisk walk in the neighboring park full of potential alibis. He can even teleport a bomb inside just for safe measure. Furthermore he can either teleport your heart out forcefully by ‘zooming’ in on it and transferring his focus point from the enemy themselves, to only the enemy’s heart, thereby killing you in a matter of moments…or he could replicate the ‘rules’ governing space through the origin energy surrounding to harmlessly remove its ‘space’ as if ‘cropping’ it out of your body. This combination of order-related and space-related teleportation will help voluntarily maintain your safety, yet, continuously keep you at his mercy.

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