Somewhere in the capital of the Nameless Empire…0

A crimson-haired nobleman walked down a pale gray corridor, devoid of light or signs of life. His hair seemed touched by flame, and his scarlet eyes, laced with cold dignity, shone vividly in the darkness. He was a striking man whose arrogance suited him perfectly—Red A. Scarlet, the imperial Red Archmage.1

Red's straight posture and the confident spread of his shoulders formed an exquisite harmony. Though he strolled calmly down the corridor, each step carried a destructive weight, as if he were trampling something unseen beneath him.0

He moved through the empire's noblest halls until he reached a door and entered. The room beyond was strange. Though spacious, light touched only the center. That narrow beam clung to the floor like a spotlight on a stage. At the heart of the glow sat a single red chair, surrounded by six tall mirrors arranged in a wide circle. Each mirror shimmered faintly in its own hue: orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple respectively.0

When Red settled into the chair, all the mirrors flickered to life except the purple one, reflecting illusory silhouettes. He confirmed their presence with a calm gaze and said, "Alderson has been taken...0