After politely declining Harry's party invitation, Sean drove back to Umbrella Labs on Long Island alone.
A faint shadow had settled over his heart. The feeling of being watched in secret was hardly pleasant, especially when it came to those mysterious sorcerers who lived in seclusion, guarded the boundaries of time and space, and resisted invasions from other realms. They were a powerful force lurking behind this ordinary world. According to the professor, their legacy had endured for over ten thousand years. They were scattered across the world and worshipped three supreme beings in a trinity.
Magic had a long history in the Western world. Tarot, witchcraft, alchemy, astrology, divination, and even obscure fields such as semiotics, herbalism, and spirit communication could all be classified under it. Even in this modern age of flourishing civilization and advanced science, many still firmly believed that Gypsies could see the past and future, while certain fraudulent magicians could summon the souls of the dead.
According to the theories of those mysterious sorcerers, countless Dimensional Spaces existed beyond this world. Powerful beings called "angels" or "demons" were constantly seeking to break free through the cracks of time and space and descend upon this material world. The weaker ones sought to plunder human souls as delicious sustenance, while the stronger ones wanted to devour the world and drag this beautiful planet into darkness.
For that reason, those mysterious groups blessed with ancient revelations and inheritances had formed a vast organization known as "sorcerers." They called themselves the Watchmen of the world, using powerful magic to resist outside invaders.
A soul like his, one that had come from another world, naturally counted as a potential enemy of sorts—an aberration that needed to be eliminated or controlled.
Weaving through the crowded traffic, Sean frowned deeply. He had