Inside the headquarters of the Federation Bureau of Inter-world Investigation, chaos wasn't merely outside—it was boiling inside too.
This place wasn't just any regular federal building.
No, this Bureau was the frontline of all interdimensional anomalies—dealing with portal breaches, relic retrieval, hostile otherworldly species, and the enigmatic Battle Angels themselves.
Normally, this was a place of utmost discipline and hierarchy.
But today, discipline had been thrown out the window.
In the heart of the building, inside the grand Chief's Office, the usual authority had been stripped away and replaced with arrogance.
On the prestigious leather-bound chief's chair lounged a young man—handsome, well-dressed, smug. His legs were kicked up on the table.
A self-satisfied grin spread across his face.
This was Ravis Alenque, son of one of the Federation's High Commanders.
