About 1 month ago:

Munich, Germany

"We have an emergency evacuation order, everyone please quickly bring the most practical things down here, quickly!" [Staff]

"The "Storm" is coming, everyone must hurry, there can be no delay!" [Staff]

The hustle and bustle filled the temporary headquarters of the "History Maintenance Team", it was rare to have such an urgency, they had 3 hours to reach the Foundation shelter before the eye of "The Storm" in Vienna gradually grew stronger.

"Jacob, Jean,... Anatole. Enough, let's go quickly!" [Staff]

A team of several dozen people from the Foundation quickly loaded their luggage and drove the carriage away. They had to rush to evacuate as well as bring an artifact they were holding and bring it back to the Foundation's storage after a long period of research. Because inside it was a strange complexity and sophistication, it was an artifact from the 18th century and carried within it an Arcanum is difficult to explain recorded through old documents. That sword, "Le Revenant", this strange thing was now entrusted to the hands of a Historian, Anatole, a member of the team. An extremely adventurous field investigation team and often assigned to handle many complicated things. However, for the past month they had not been able to bring this artifact back due to many concerns about the unpredictable nature of this thing, but after careful examination, they were able to bring it along and also because they had evacuated before the "Storm" came.

"Well, this thing is really beautiful and I think I know why the Foundation needed to bring this back..." [Anatole]

A colleague turned to remind him.

"Be careful, it has injured countless curious people in the past, that sword is very dangerous." [Staff]

"I've been holding it for a long time, now I think the Foundation's storage will at least have a place of honor to put it. As for us, we'll be put to death, haha."

[Staff]

Another person added.

"Hey, do you want to be put on trial? Keep your mouth shut!" [Staff]

"But I feel quite sorry that I won't be able to see this thing again..." [Anatole]

He was wrong.

"Oh, someone like me just wants to get rid of that thing soon." [Staff]

2 hours passed:

"Huh? Still not there?" [Staff]

"That's strange, we were ordered to wait for a few more people, maybe they're also our people but there's no car to take them there yet?" [Staff]

1 hour later:

"Hey?...we're here...?" [Staff]"

"(His voice was a bit strange...)" [Anatole]

Anatole had been holding that sword since the departure, he was just sleeping to let things pass quickly, but when he heard the reminder, he had to wake up. It's just that this time would be the last time he would see them...

"WHAT THE HELL?! WAX...WHAT COLOR WAX?" [Anatole]

He screamed in surprise and extreme fear, a feeling of fear crept through his body, it felt like he was close to death.

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed, the images and people seemed to melt, they kept melting like liquid and then flew up into the sky, he regained his senses, looked around until his eyes were dizzy, who could believe his eyes?

One by one, his colleagues almost all disappeared, they were still laughing and talking as if nothing had happened, as if only he could see those things, he still sat there and was silent in shock, his hand tightly holding the sword and unable to let go. No, he denied everything that was happening.

"Who is it?!" [Guard]

Anatole was alone holding the sword, his clothes covered in mud and rain, his face was tired and he fainted when he reached the Foundation's shelter. The guards there also ran to help him up.

After declaring, he was allowed to return to the shelter and hand over the artifact to the Foundation.

But a short while later, two security guards suddenly burst in. Before he could ask, they said,

"We have a temporary arrest warrant, we ask you to come along and cooperate." [Security Guard]

That was enough to start a thorny journey later, it happened just like that quickly.