Biaskoncy's life at the Immortal Mist had been turned upside down barely a week after he returned from his first trip to Madüjawr. On that particular day, their Vietryk summoned all the recruits and lined them up in the largest hall where the Vietryk usually held their large gatherings. He was one of those recruits at the time. The situation itself was strange, something like this had never happened since Biaskoncy had been an assassin, but since their Vietryk had been completely calm about it, he didn't say a word.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there at attention, not moving a muscle, when a man dressed in red entered the hall with the Vietryk. The two men spoke in calm tones as they passed the group of recruits, but they didn't even look at them. Biaskoncy already thought that this would be the case through out until the red-clad figure stopped in front of him and quickly looked him up and down.
"Do you see anything?" The Vietryk asked, and the stranger smiled.
"He has potential." The stranger looked Biaskoncy in the eye, but the next moment, he was already moving on with his arms folded behind him, the Vietryk close at his heels. When the pair reached the end of the room, the leader of the Immortal Mist dismissed them.
In fact, Biaskoncy might have forgotten about the entire meeting if this strange incident hadn't changed everything. Shortly after that day, the Vietryk of the Immortal Mist began to personally teach and train him. However, it was only much later that he learned what purpose his training had served.
If he was honest, he wasn't too bothered by the situation, he wanted to improve, and it would have been hard to find a better opportunity to improve than this. So he stayed silent and grinned at every obstacle that his Vietryk put in front of him and no matter how many times he completed a task, he always walked the corridors of the Immortal Mist proudly.
"Kamu! Kamu! Kamu!" This is how the meeting that marked the next turning point in the man's life began, barely a week after their Vietryk began to teach him separately. It was an ordinary day at the Immortal Mist. Biaskoncy had just returned from a mission and was surprised to find how silent their headquarters was. Then the shouting began. Since Biaskoncy had regained his Zovárd curiosity, he started following the screaming voice until he reached the Vietryk's office.
"I'm sorry, Ajtony, but he's not here right now." Said the man, whom Biaskoncy already knew well.
"Damn! But then who am I going to show my new masterpiece to? And how am I going to get some fiber pippentér?" The owner of the screaming voice, whom Biaskoncy had never seen before, grumbled. The man, in his late twenties or early thirties, was wearing the black clothes typical of the members of the Immortal Mist, the edges of which were lined with yellow material.
"I'm sorry, but I can't help." The Vietryk sighed.
"But I just bought out pippentér from the warehouse. It's true that they call it witch hair here, but it's the same thing." Biaskoncy blurted out, causing the two men to immediately turn towards him. The Vietryk looked at him with a puzzled face, and the stranger's eyes sparkled with excitement.
"Oh, finally someone I can talk to properly!" The stranger was enthusiastic and when Biaskoncy blinked again, the man was literally standing in front of him, with a wide grin on his face. It was only a moment, as the stranger patted him on the shoulder, but this moment changed everything. The stranger's eyes had already been shining before, but then they almost burst into flames. "Hello, relative, I think we'll have a great time. Speaking of which, I'm Szotvard Ajtony, but just call me Ajtony."
That was all, Biaskoncy didn't really understand what had happened, but from then on he kept running into Ajtony, who always showed him some poison or gave him a series of orders about what plants he needed. After all, as the man, who Biaskoncy later discovered was a ghost, always said, "These young people today don't know what I'm talking about when I say things like that." And with that, he considered the matter settled and did not explain further.
To tell the truth, Biaskoncy even enjoyed these meetings a little. Since leaving the Karrabata Valley, he had not had the opportunity to share his love of poisons with anyone, although here in the West he had already earned a reputation among people for his pill-making skills, but somehow there was no one who was as enthusiastic about the subject as he was. No one, except Ajtony.
"Biaskoncy! Thank the Onegod that you have finally returned! Stop him! There is nothing to be done with him!" This was the first thing that his Vietryk had greeted him with upon his return from one of his longer assignments.
"With whom?" Biaskoncy blinked, and his Vietryk looked towards his office with angry eyes.
"With Ajtony!" The man muttered under his breath.
"Relative! Thank the spirits that you have finally returned! You can't get anywhere with these bastards! Where were you when I needed you?" The aforementioned ghost appeared in the office door.
"Before you knew I existed, you were doing quite well without going on everyone's nerves. Couldn't you have waited a little longer?" Biaskoncy folded his arms in front of him, his tone as if he were talking to an old friend, which made the Immortal Mist's Vietryk gape at him.
"Being able to do something and wanting to do something are two different things." Ajtony crossed his arms. "So where have you been, Biaskoncy?" He asked, pressing his right index finger into the man's chest.
"Testing your poisons. And by the way, I got an assignment." Biaskoncy shrugged, but his words made Ajtony smile broadly.
"Finally, someone who understands my thinking besides Kamu. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me!" He patted him on the shoulder. "Come on, I've come up with something you'll love!" Ajtony led him into Vietryk's office to show him his latest creation.
However, no matter how much Biaskoncy liked the crazy poisoner, the ghost always got on his nerves no matter how many times he called him relative. And what was worse, Ajtony was aware that he hated it when he called him that. The ghost, on the other hand, skillfully used the name he had attached to Biaskoncy as a nickname. He usually only called him relative when what he wanted to show him wasn't so important that he couldn't wait a moment. When it was something important, he called him Biaskoncy, because he knew the man would react to it.
Thus, the years passed excitingly for Biaskoncy, until, a hundred years before he met the Athamanas, he was appointed Vietryk. With the arrival of each new Vietryk, things change a little in the Immortal Mist, but he changed much more than his predecessors. Hiding behind the guise of a clan, he joined politics and did not allow anyone to accept assignments that would require the death of a member of the Immortal Mist.
This organization was his family, and he would not let his hard-earned family be taken from him. Anyone who tries can experience what it is like to get on the wrong side of a Zovárd. It was after becoming a Vietryk, that he first heard of the Ishán, the founder and true boss of the organization, who appears and disappears from time to time. He learned to recognize it when the Ishán calls him, but the mysterious great leader has never appeared during his rein as Vietryk, until now.