After the meeting, Garfield dismissed the staff, leaving only himself and Elara in the quiet, dimly lit office. The weight of the recent events hung heavily in the air, but Garfield's gaze remained sharp.
"Elara," he began, his tone carrying a hint of unease, "I need you to look into the Crimson Reaper. His presence raises too many unanswered questions."
Elara nodded without hesitation and left the room. She returned after a short while, a thick file in hand. "Principal," she began, placing the file on his desk, "I've found some information, though it's limited. The Crimson Reaper is registered as an adventurer in one of the neutral cities. His records are sparse, but his accomplishments are... staggering."
Garfield leaned forward, his brows furrowing. "Go on."
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