Corrupted zone..
A slender hand stuck out from a crack in the mana barricaded fence, fingers scraping across the asphalt as they pulled themself out. Slowly a body materialized out of the corrupted zone, thier features were stunning, almost scary. Black hair that ran down their waist, purple eyes that sparkled with an unimaginable intelligence, sharp features ranging from nose to chin. They were dressed in a tattered school uniform, although the uniform was stained in blood and torn from multiple angles the skin underneath was a fresh as a baby's.
As soon as the body crawled out of the area they collapsed. With a smile on their face.
Hospital..
Murmurs were heard drifting across the corridors of the hospital, nurses whispering the latest tea about thier patient while another traded another tea on theirs, but one name kept resurfacing; "The patient in room 247".
"Have you seen that patient?" A nurse said to a colleague as she disposed away some used syringes. "He is as stunning as a girl and did you see how the director personally created a cure for him."
"I don't believe you." Her colleague said as she shook her head in disbelief but her eyes said otherwise. "The cold director... unbelievable."
"She's saying the truth." A nurse interrupted their conversation. "He's one of the many reason I still work in a hospital". Her eyes gleamed with lust. The other two nurses exchanged uncomfortable looks and scurried away taking their equipments with them.
Hospital director's office..
A man in a white lab coat, his black hair with white streaks all slicked back, his face showing signs of aging but the vitality in his eyes said otherwise, he sat cross legged on the leather couch, one hand holding a tea saucer and the other sipping chamomile tea gently, savouring the smell before sipping it.
Two mean sat by his side dressed in three pieces suits with suitcases by their sides, an ID hanging loosely on their neck. The one on left ID with a picture of him; a bald huge man with fierce brown eyes, in his early 40s. Beside the picture was a writing;
Name: Joseph Wallace
Rank: B ( mid tier)
Class: Knight ( normal)
Association: Awakeners Association ( vice captain of the awakening investigation committee)
The other on the right was rather on the lean side, shoulder reaching black hair packed up in a messy bun, calm blue eyes like he could absorb every detail in room but his mouth was obstructed by a mask. The ID on his neck was written;
Name: Jeremiah Fisher
Rank: B ( low tier)
Class: Shadow assassin ( rare)
Association: Awakeners Association ( member of the awakening investigation committee)
The two men kept their eyes trained on the man in the lab coat sipping the tea nonchalantly but his eyes traced everything like an eagle searching prey, Jeremiah's eyes traveled from the man to the mahogany table behind him. The table were filled with document, notes, pens and other stationary but one thing caught his eyes, the jade plaque on the table. It shimmered with a faint glow and engraved on it were the words; Patrick Vale, founding director of Healer's coven general hospital.
Although the name might sound normal, Patrick Vale was no ordinary human, he was one of the original awakeners- the ones that originated the term HERO. He broke through the norm that supporters were meant to aid from behind, armed with potions and weapons he created from alchemy he became a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. His bravery and help in the battle earned him the title; THE GOLDEN ALCHEMIST. And after the war he opened this hospital to aid those who were injured, what started as a rundown shack is now one of the biggest hospitals in the world, filled with innovative and cutting-edge technology. And medicine made from his alchemy was responsible for 27% of medicine distributions worldwide.
Patrick Vale slowly set down his cup, its ceramic body making a little clink on the glass table. Slowly he looked at them, a slow and deliberate stare that made them squirm in their sit. He placed his two hands on his laps with a graceful ease.
"I will ask once more, why are you here?" Patrick asked, his tone measured.
"The boy in one of your wards," joseph started, his voice measured to not come off as rude. "We ask for our corporation to detain him."
"Detain him?" Patrick asked, repeating their words with amusement sipping into his voice.
"Yes, he was found in the corrupted area and the mana fence was damaged to some sort." Jeremiah answered.
Patrick recalled the incident that happened few hours ago, he had been in his office signing off on some deal for pharmaceutical research on some herbs called when there was an urgent knock on his office door, a nurse rushed in informing him about some urgent patient who was found on the border of the corrupted area, the ever so calm Patrick façade cracked as shock bloomed across his features. He quickly abandoned the documents wore his lab coat and ordered the nurse to lead the way.
Upon arriving at the ward Patrick froze in place, lying on the bed was a young man no less that 23, long black hair that shimmered like obsidian, pale skin that had no blemish or even a sunburn but despite all that Patrick recognized this person.
The air around him seemed to shimmer as he lay on the bed unconscious, heavy with the scent of lavender and something else Patrick couldn't place—the distinct signature of the corrupted area.
"He was barely conscious when we brought him in, Dr. Vale," the nurse whispered, visibly terrified. "We haven't been able to check his vitals; the machines keep malfunctioning anytime it's brought near him."
Patrick snapped out of his shock, his professional instinct taking over, though his heart hammered against his ribs. He approached the bed, noticing the silver necklace that was on his neck- a necklace given to the original awakeners 24 years ago.
"Get me my alchemy kit." Patrick said to the nurse. "Hurry!!"
The nurse quickly ran and upon arriving was with a small suitcase but the items the suitcase carried was 20 times it size and weight- a dimensional artifact. He found a way to make the patient stable, figuring out that the issue was somehow related to the difference between the air in our world and the air in the corrupted area.
And now these dogs of the awakeners association were here, demanding to take this patient, maybe go perform some form of twisted experiment on him as no living organism has survived living in the contaminated area.
" I'm not handing over the patient." Patrick said his voice resolute, eyes hardening with resolve.
" Director, you don't understand," Joseph said, irritation and frustration edging his features. "The Association said we should bring him in by all means."
A huge laugh escaped Patrick mouth as he doubled over laughing loosing his calm demeanor.
"Haaa.." Patrick let out a small sigh, wiping tears from the corner of his eyes from the excess laughing and suddenly as if the laugh never happened his eyes turned cold. "It seems because I play doctor in this hospital you think I survived the dark age because of luck." He sounded so amused that it was scary.
" Direct..." Before Jeremiah could complete his sentence a wave of mana pressure crashed into him and Joseph making them fold, they tried to maintain their position but because of the sheer pressure of the mana the ground beneath their feet cracked.
Patrick watched them with concealed anger as he released more mana making sure they felt the weight of who was in their front. The two men quickly realized their mistake, any awakener who survived the dark age was by no means a weak man. Even if they weren't in the league of the on the level of the "seven hereos" they were still powerful in their own way.
The men groaned under the pressure but Patrick looked at them with cold eyes, they were no longer on the sit anymore they were on all fours in the floor groaning in pain as it felt like their bones were folding in on them.
'how dare they..' Patrick thought. ' Trying to take away him.'
Name: Patrick Voilsager
Rank: S ( high tier )
Class: Creator Alchemist ( unique)
Association: Healer's Coven general hospital ( founder and director)