Eric Aldaman had finally embraced his destiny. With a solemn nod to his past and a steady gaze toward the future, he officially registered with the Executive Bureau of the Mystic Society.
Monday arrived with alarming swiftness, and the bureaucratic process moved even quicker than he anticipated. Of course, that was thanks to Gerald's relentless assistance, a man who wielded influence like a blade through paper.
"And here," Gerald announced, pushing open a broad, reinforced door with a metallic creak, "you have the crew you'll be working with to uphold mystic laws and maintain order."
Eric followed closely behind, his footsteps light but his nerves heavier than they had been in weeks.
"Allow me to introduce Mister Aldaman," Gerald declared, stepping aside, "to the members of the Second Division."
