Tale of a Hedonistic wizard

Inside the crumbling structure, Mia and Jack hurriedly navigated a maze of hallways leading to various rooms. Behind those doors, they discovered a harrowing sight: teenagers and children, trapped and frightened, their faces reflecting the trauma they had endured. The children were dressed in hospital gowns, a stark reminder of their captivity.

Without hesitation, Mia and Jack worked quickly to release the captive children from their confinement. However, their actions sent shockwaves through the individuals dressed in white coats who had been overseeing these disturbing experiments. These individuals fled the crumbling facility, leaving the vulnerable children behind as the building trembled ominously, on the brink of collapse.

There was no one guarding the rooms or the hallway to the rooms.

As the children emerged into the open, Brighton, who had been watching from a distance, couldn\'t contain his frustration. He shouted angrily, demanding to know, "Who let them out? Where do you think you are going?"

Jaegar\'s attention was drawn to the group of terrified children, clad in their hospital gowns. He pieced together the horrifying reality of their situation.

Anger surged within Jaegar as he comprehended the depths of Brighton\'s malevolence.

Mia stepped forward, her voice firm, as she addressed Jaegar, revealing the sinister truth. She explained how these innocent children had been gathered and subjected to unspeakable horrors within the confines of what the perpetrators dared to call a "facility."

The facility had started recently, taking them in and doing horrible things to them. If it wasn\'t enough, they would soon dispose of them like objects. This was all done under the guise of a twisted experiment, with Brighton at the helm, orchestrating the torment and suffering inflicted upon these vulnerable souls.

Mia\'s words hung heavy in the air as the weight of the malevolence within Brighton\'s heart became painfully evident to everyone present.

Jaegar saw the children, and their innocent faces were filled with terrified expressions. They moved close, clutching onto Jack and Mia, who helped them out. They saw Brighton and were afraid to come in front of him. They trembled at the sight of the soldiers and the people around them.

Jaegar\'s anger rose after seeing those little ones. He hated the ones who harmed the children. They were the ones suffering for the actions done by the adults, the ones who were supposed to guide them.

Jaegar wasted no time. In a swift motion, he propelled himself towards Brighton, his powerful abilities propelling him through the air. He seized Brighton by the throat, hoisting him off the ground, their confrontation escalating to a critical point.

Jaegar\'s grip on Brighton\'s throat tightened as he held him aloft in the air.

Brighton gasped for breath, his face contorted with a mixture of fear and anger.

The children, clad in hospital gowns, looked on in awe and confusion, their innocent eyes wide with wonder and fear.

Brighton, his voice strained and hoarse, managed to croak, "You... you don\'t understand. We were trying to harness their powers for the greater good, to protect our nation."

Jaegar\'s eyes blazed with fury as he responded, "Harnessing their powers? Is that what you call it? You\'re nothing more than monsters preying on the innocent."

With that, Jaegar tightened his grip on Brighton, his anger boiling over. The purple mist swirled around his clenched fist, forming a menacing blade that glinted ominously. Brighton\'s eyes widened in terror as he realized the gravity of his situation.

Diana, still cocooned within the protective mist, pleaded with Jaegar, "Jaegar, please don\'t... don\'t become like them."

Jaegar said, "Mom, you don\'t understand, these type of people will never change. Even if I leave him now, he will definitely try to do it again."

Jaegar turned his attention back to Brighton. He held him not too firmly, still letting him breathe, as he wasn\'t done with him yet. He was still struggling, kicking his legs in the air.

The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm, golden hue across the expansive premises of the eastern part of the primal atoll.

The stillness in the air was abruptly shattered as a procession of cars made its grand entrance. These vehicles were more than mere modes of transportation; they were statements of opulence and sophistication.

At the forefront of this vehicular entourage was a classic car, a meticulously crafted masterpiece that seemed to defy the passage of time. Its lustrous finish gleamed in the sunlight, every detail of its design reflecting a commitment to elegance and luxury.

Jaegar, who had been preoccupied with the events unfolding in the room, couldn\'t help but be captivated by the sheer beauty of this vintage automobile. Its polished red exterior, like a vibrant gem, caught the eye and held it in rapt attention.

As the classic car came to a graceful stop amidst a dozen other vehicles, Jaegar continued to hover in the air, his grip on the now-subdued Brighton unyielding.

The car doors opened in synchrony, and a group of impeccably dressed men, clad in black suits, swiftly encircled the vintage car, assuming positions of protective vigilance.

Then, with an air of regality that matched the grandeur of the classic car itself, a man descended from within. He appeared to be in his early forties, exuding an aura of commanding charisma. A well-groomed moustache lent a touch of rugged masculinity to his otherwise refined features.

His attire was intricately designed and seemed like it was tailored for him specifically. It was a royal attire which emphasized the majesty of his presence. The rich fabric flowed gracefully as he moved, adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that denoted his royal lineage.

His regal demeanor was further enhanced by a crimson cape that billowed behind him, symbolizing the authority and power he held as the sovereign.

His deep, penetrating black eyes locked onto Jaegar, assessing him with a mixture of curiosity and authority.