The misunderstood genius

Deep beneath Eldoria, in a hidden chamber lit by eerie blue flames, a group of hooded figures gathered around a floating magical projection. On the screen? Joe Hoeyol's duel.

One figure, cloaked in black with a silver mask, leaned forward. "Unbelievable… He deflected a Dragonflame Slash with a mere gesture."

Another nodded. "No incantations. No effort. As if magic itself bends to his will."

A third voice, colder and sharper, murmured, "This level of power… It defies all logic. We must confirm if he is the one."

They turned to their leader, a woman with burning crimson eyes.

"Send an agent," she ordered. "Watch Joe Hoeyol. If he is truly the Chosen Magus… we must either recruit him… or eliminate him."