Wanda Maximoff had spent nearly two months in the dim basement of the castle, working alongside Sacred Guard agents and researchers from the City of Immortals Gene Laboratory to identify and assess the Vampires captured and hunted by the Wild Legion, from their biological traits to their soul spectra. By tracing and analyzing their mutated Gene Codes, they tracked the ancestors and origin of the Vampires entrenched across the Balkan Peninsula, creating an accurate map of Vampire reproduction and bloodlines across the region to guide future covert purges.
Amon's database contained detailed information on Wanda Maximoff. Yet the young woman in the footage, dressed in a punk red leather jacket, had an utterly different image and temperament from the witch before him, cloaked in deep crimson robes and holding an iron staff made from serpent bones.
When the witch saw the Praetorian Guard enter the office, she waved away the archivists gathered around her. "Give me a moment to prepare." She raised her head and examined the two three-meter-tall Praetorian Guards. Though they had not removed their helmets, she still identified their identities and ranks from the patterns on their shoulder armor. Few people in Castle Latveria possessed such knowledge; to most ordinary people, every helmeted Praetorian Guard looked exactly the same. "I have not seen this newcomer before."
"His name is Amon Sphinx. He recently completed his ascension and passed the trials and examinations, formally becoming a member of the Sacred Guard." Hammurabi extended a hand, politely introducing the new Praetorian Guard to Wanda. "He now serves as a Shield Guard herald, protecting the Emperor alongside me. You will meet more Praetorian Guards in the future, because the Emperor has told us that their numbers will not be fewer than ten thousand."
"Why are we treating this witch with