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  The fresh air of Winterhold purified the lungs of those who descended the filthy ruins underground. It has been three days and the excavation was a success.

  By powering up the Great Lift of Alftand, the 100 Dare Troopers underground went out and another 200 went down. Jon was willing to invade Blackreach as soon as possible and he wasn’t going to wait.

  The 200 that went down weren’t just Dare Troopers but also masons, architects, military engineers, and mages. They went down with supplies and resources that can last them a month and the lift kept coming and going for some time.

  In order to bypass the limitations of the lift, Jon even spent a lot of resources to start constructing a Teleportation Array in Blackreach but he was faced with difficulties as it seemed that the Dwarves have protected their city from unauthorized teleportation travels by some sort of secret techniques.

  Jon was familiar with that and knew it would take him a long time to dispel so he started working on it right away.

  As he returned back to Saarthal for some decent sleep beside his wives, Jon was met with the report of another dragon sighting near Markarth.

  After almost a month of silence, the Dragons finally started to cause trouble again. It seemed that destroying one branch of their cult has set their plans back by a lot.

  Also, there was a report on Dragon Cult activity but an accident happened and a few Dare Agents fell in action as the enemy discovered them. This infuriated Jon as he vowed vengeance for his loyal men.

  He oversaw the project in Blackreach as the company stretched its influence wider and their income reached a point where it was never higher. All the money which Jon spent on the bank project and the new system renovations have all been paid back sooner than he expected.

  Right away, he started a charity for the poorest families in the hold where he distributed 3% of this year’s income until he filled the pockets of the poor to the edge of his hold. Following his example, the other clans and businesses started doing the same.

  While this seemed strange, Jon’s plan was to support the poor so he can end the low-class phenomenon. The problem with capitalism is that it makes the rich get richer and the poor get poorer but with this type of charity and many following the example, this seemed like a solution if it was agreed upon as an annual charity custom.

  Still, the turbulent times were coming to no end now that the motions of fate started to become upset. In the early morning, while working in his office, Jon felt something around him.

  "Jull, Nefertiti." He called.

  "What?"

  Jullanar’s head peaked from the couch where she was lying and Nefertiti jumped on Jon’s desk pushing down a few items in the way…… intentionally.

  "Do you guys feel something?" He asked.

  The two of them stopped whatever they were doing and looked around.

  "Nope." "Nya."

  "I feel as if something is crawling through my land. A presence of a sort." He said.

  "Maybe a spy?" Jullanar asked, "You know they get active during dawn time."

  "No. That’s far too skilled to be a mere spy." Jon said, "Nefertiti, stick to the shadows. Jull, lock down the tower."

  "You sure……" Jullanar asked but Jon and Nefertiti were already gone, "Whatever."

  Jullanar pushed herself up the couch and went to a hidden lever behind a nearby painting then she pulled it down. The sound of Magicka was heard as the tower was now warded from the outside world.

  Meanwhile, Jon appeared in Winterhold alongside Nefertiti. He was exactly standing on the bathhouse roof and watching whoever was coming and going in and out of the college in the early morning.

  Alina was walking in the street by herself as she carried a few books on her arm. She seemed to be heading early to the College in order to prepare for her weekly class. Still, she wasn’t noticing the strange space anomaly that was following her.

  Someone has the galls to go after Alina…… his Alina?

  The look on Jon’s face was that absolute abhorrence. His gritting teeth started to make sparks fly and veins started pooping on his face. The look on his eyes, however, was so cold that it would freeze the winter itself.

  As Alina walked on the College bridge, Jon silently descended and didn’t reveal his presence to her. He walked between her and the space anomaly forcing it to come to a halt. Until Alina took some distance away, only then when the scene advanced.

  The space anomaly started to increase its output as if linking two places together. Just like on a mirror or a slate of glass, cracks started to appear left and right on Reality in front of Jon who watched with patience. However, once that ran out, Pride appeared right away on Jon’s hand.

  Immediately, he struck the reality cracks with the head of his staff forcing it to shatter and a rift appeared in the void. He smashed again and again for the crack to widen until it was large enough.

  The maniac look on his face and the way he hit the space anomaly with all his strength could tell of his mental condition at the moment. His face approached the Reality Rift he made and with his smile on, he identified himself.

  "Here’s Jonny!"

  Historians recorded that the amount of horror this action caused to whoever hid in the space anomaly was so immense that it put them on therapy for a few years.

  Either, Jon widened the space rift and stabbed in a very interesting scenery. There were people around him screaming and crying from the sheer horror they have been through but among them stepped an elderly elf who dressed in a unique robe of a mage.

  He waved his hands and the crying people were removed from the place and teleported somewhere else.

  "You have interrupted my business and caused great horror upon my disciples. I would like to ask you for an explanation and compensation." The man spoke.

  "Come again, bro!" Jon replied with thug-like expressions.

  "I said you have interrupted my business and……" The Elderly Elf spoke again but he was interrupted.

  "What business do you have to stalk my wife?" Jon asked.

  "Oh! So it was like that." The Elf seemed to have understood what Jon was upset about.

  "I don’t have all morning. Why were you stalking my wife, old perv?" Jon asked once again as he cracked his neck.

  "I’ll explain it to you once." The Elf replied, "She is a special person of great fate. I was planning to contact her but I had to figure out what kind of a person I am dealing with first."

  "Contact my wife?" Jon asked.

  "Yes." The Elf replied.

  "Without my permission?" Jon asked again.

  "I don’t think this is any of your busin……"

  The Elf replied to Jon trying to push him out of the matter but as he was still talking, something bounced off a horror tale and rushed towards the elderly elf. It was a large bloody mouth filled with numerous unorganized fangs of all shapes and types.

  The Elf immediately teleported backward at the nick of time.

  "I’d choose my words a bit more wisely if I were you." Jon said as he retreated Gluttony back to his side.

  It felt like a surprise to the Elf who didn’t know how to react. Jon displayed strange abilities that defy sense but this Elf is also specialized in what defies sense.

  "I would be lying if I said I am not interested in all that you do, young Nord." The Elf retrieved a staff out of thin air and showed a smile worthy of a battle-hungry warrior.

  "Let’s move out of the city." Jon said.

  "Don’t you know?" The Elf asked, "You are in a mirror dimension?"

  Jon frowned and looked around him. He noticed earlier that the world was flipped left to right since the start but he had no idea how it happened.

  "Mirror Dimension?"

  "A sort of space where we can’t affect the actual space. Say you can cast a spell that can level a town but the town remains intact and no life is lost." The Elf explained with pride in his words.

  "Oh! The Doctor Strange thingy." Jon clapped his hands.

  Jon raised pride and suddenly started to freely twist the space in many directions, completely disturbing the surrounding reality.

  "How did you do that?" The Elf was amazed.

  "I’m specialized in Mysticism." Jon replied.

  This answer made the Elderly Elf smile.

  "Mysticism, you say?" He asked, "Let’s put that to the test, shall we?"

  The Elf smiled after regaining control over the mirror reality he created while Jon released his full Aura causing a red and black image of a dragon to manifest around him.

  And this was the day when the Psijic Order ran into the jealous husband known as Jon Dare.

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