When Felix emerged from the lab, the entire place was engulfed in flames. Not a single child had survived—not even the one who had been bleeding horribly. Despite his efforts, he could not save any of them.

The horrors he had witnessed pushed Felix past his breaking point. In his mind, the entire Polaris leadership had to be complicit in this horror. These people did not deserve to live—every extra day they drew breath was an insult to the children who had suffered and died.

Even in the storm of his emotions, Felix stayed focused. He pulled out his phone and called Seven. He said, "Seven, I need intel on every single Polaris higher-ups. And inform Averill."

Polaris was not just any organization. Ranked as the fifth most powerful sect in Dragonia, its influence and strength were undeniable, and its remote desert location made it even more impenetrable.

Unlike other sects nestled in serene mountains far from civilization, Polaris thrived in the harsh wilderness. According to the se