The air inside the abandoned **library** was still, thick with dust and memories of a forgotten past. The only light came from flickering lamps, casting long shadows against the towering bookshelves.
The hooded figure sat before **Zayn and Aria**, his presence radiating an aura of silent authority. His deep voice cut through the silence like a blade.
**"You know about the Crimson Serpent?"**
Zayn straightened. **"Yes."** He crossed his arms. **"Our President eradicated them by ordering our strongest commanders—Ryan Jim, Karael, Thane, Liora, Dain, Elyas—to destroy them."**
Aria nodded. **"They were a 410-year-old criminal organization. One of the deadliest in history."**
The Hood chuckled softly, shaking his head. **"Yes... After the death of World President Adrian Veylor, all of this happened. And now, a new president will be elected next year."**
Zayn and Aria exchanged glances. There was something in Hood's voice, something that hinted at a deeper understanding of the world than what was publicly known.
Before either could ask anything else, the scene **shifted.
The night was cold as **Manav, Priya, and Ryan Jim** walked along a winding dirt road deep within the **Desolate Woods.** The path led them to a decrepit wooden house, its walls covered in vines, its windows shattered, and an eerie purple glow emanating from within.
Ryan Jim adjusted his coat. **"Sir, why exactly are we doing this?"**
Manav, walking ahead, replied without turning. **"We need to find the Book of Prophecy."**
Ryan Jim scoffed. **"Right, because walking into some creepy old witch's house is the best way to do that."**
Priya, walking beside Manav, shot Ryan Jim a glare. **"If we do this ritual, we might be able to locate the book."**
Ryan Jim raised an eyebrow. **"So, let me get this straight—Manav, the great strategist, doesn't believe in superstitions, yet here he is, walking into a witch's house?"**
Manav remained stoic. **"I don't believe in it... but Priya does. So I'm doing it."**
Ryan Jim groaned. **"And I'm stuck in the middle of you two. Fantastic."**
As they reached the door, it **creaked open on its own.** A chilling voice welcomed them from within.
**"I was expecting you."
The **Global Parliament Hall** was a fortress of power, its walls decorated with banners representing all **13 nations of Mars.** The air was thick with tension as the **Vice President of Mars**, an older man with silver hair and sharp eyes, stood before **a gathering of the planet's top detectives.**
Their faces were a mix of determination and skepticism. These were the best minds from every nation, each with a reputation for solving the **unsolvable.**
The Vice President placed his hands on the podium and spoke. **"Until the Global Presidential elections next year, I will be ruling in place of Adrian Veylor."** His voice was calm but held a dangerous edge. **"And before I step down, I want the murderer of Adrian Veylor found."**
A murmur spread through the room.
The Vice President continued, his gaze scanning each detective. **"This is no longer a national issue—it is a global matter. From this moment forward, you are no longer separate agents. You are a single unit. A team."**
He took a deep breath before delivering their official name.
**"You will be known as the **Cerebral Order.**"**
The detectives absorbed the name, understanding the weight of their mission.
**"Find the killer. Use your brains, your instincts—whatever it takes. But do not fail me."**
With that, the detectives nodded and **departed,** the hunt for Adrian Veylor's murderer officially beginning.
Back at the abandoned **library,** Hood sat still, observing **Zayn and Aria.** His next words would change their paths forever.
**"What is your goal?"**
Aria didn't hesitate. **"We need to bring the President down."**
Zayn nodded. **"Same."**
A silence followed. Then, for the first time since their meeting, Hood **smiled.**
**"Let's get started."**