Also known as the source of magic in all of existence, the Legerdemain tribunal is the cross bridge between normality and anormality. Its existence was unexplainable because it's foundation was paradoxical in all of totality.

 The dimension with the appearance of a country, an endless country with no boundaries to block ends. 

The sky was casual and calm with clear clouds, whyverns and Phoenix birds roamed the sky screeching and roaring acrobatically shadowing the beautiful land in a pleasant view one would seat for. Houses were built with concrete metallic particles that brought out the beauty in each structures while some were golden with mystical auras that pleased the atmosphere. 

Creature and humanoids of different races in existence roamed each areas of the land performing different arts unbelievable to the eyes. 

This domaun isattracted to every species in existnece ranging from ogres to dwarves, gods, enigmatic beings including angels because many believed the legerdemain tribunal to be exiting outside of confined reality, completely outside of the known reality.

 Before this predominant land of wonder was a golden palace built like the Roman colosseum but gold partitioned. 

The palace was so huge its width and end could not be perceived and on the golden walls were arcane symbols and runes. 

It has three compartments belonging to the three ruling power of the nexus of magic namely the Merlyn the High-warlock of magic, the minister of magic and the prime minister of magic respectively putting every power beneath in two terms respectively known as the mages and the prime mages.

 It was long and wide as it was corresponding to the vast members available in the Tribune. 

They were splited into two rows leaving an aisle pathway in the middle of the circular room, at the left row were the prime mages all dressed in different attires and virtually from different species and races seating on numbered chairs from zero to infinity. 

At the right were the mages, lesser in power to the prime mages dressed casually to the prime mages also different in races and species, seating on numbered chairs all varying in diffent monsters and mystical beings. 

They sat facing the high floor before them that holds three higher throne to theirs arranged cordially.

 The right throne was short and made of pure gold combined with some precious gems and jewelleries, seating on it was a humanoid lady with long elvish ears, blue eyes, scaled skin with a nose ring. 

She was dressed in a long white garment that exposed her lady underwears and shrouded parts. She was none than lady Morana known as the prime minister or magic superior to the minister of magic himself and also a feminine queen from species of sea creatures known as the legendary nymphs.

 At the left was another golden throne but a little taller due to the being's bulky physique except that his throne was null of gems nor jewelleries. He was a tall humanoid man with a white bloodless skin, flat nose, pointy ears, sky-blue eyes and a bald head, dressed in a long silvery rode decorated with green gems, silver gauntlets and silver boots. 

He was the minister of magic Valdimir from a very shrouded race known not to anyone in the Tribune, many believed him to originate from a wealthy race that deals with the inventions of pearls and other mouth watering gems.

 In the middle rest all powers and authorities with an aged man seating on a taller throne, seemingly the tallest throne in the Tribune decorated with nothing but sculptured in the shape of an eagle. He was a healthy man with grey silk-like hair, green eyes and shirt grey beard, he was dressed in a golden rode that fell to his feet blatantly, golden sandals and brackets. 

He was known as the leading power of the domain, the giver of authority and the eliminating power of the eliminator, he's Merlyn, the High-warlock of magic in all of existence. Many believed he existed along with the Legerdemain tribunal that he's the son of the Tribune meant to stabilise the use of magic and supernatural but he's more.  

He's the physical manifestation of the nexus of magic not just to stabilise magic but to balance the unbalancing equation between chaos and order. To the Tribune, he's their Jesus sent to render salvation to all of existence. 

 "You're saying, it's our duty to train the Druidmaster?" Lady Morana asked calmly.

 "Indeed lady Morana, it's the Tribune's sole purpose to teach the Druidmaster the power of five." 

Lord Thanis gently responded as be stood in the middle of the Tribune with Pat standing beside him as they both faced the high floor.

 "I thought Druidmasters don't need trainings, i thought their prowess just manifests or is this some kind of progenitors joke?" 

A member of the prime mages asked.

 "I saw him first, puny magical entities can't tell me what is and what isn't! 

Hiding behind reality won't save us all from what's coming and we all know that." Lord Thanis responded aggressively.

 "Yeah but it's a paradoxical event, it might never happen because it has happened." A manager of the prime mages cut in again.

"Enough!" An icy tone halted them to a sudden silence, the man seating on the middle throne rose on his feet and the councils, both the prime mages and the mages rose "we can't decide for the ethereal gods, the Druidmaster is welcome in our domain." He concluded and a smile escaped Lord Thanis lips.

He turned at Pat "This is where you belong Druidmaster." He said before turning back at Merlyn "I'm so honoured High-warlock, so my work here is done." He added.

"Gratitude high progenitor, he's our task to look over." Merlyn smiled and looked at Pat "welcome to my world Druidmaster."

 "It's Pat lee, sir!" Pat added under his voice.

 Merlyn ignored him and looked back at Lord Thanis "you know the stability of the multiverse rests on my shoulder Lord Thanis and i won't be at leisure to look over the Druidmaster, so I'll be putting him under the surveillance of the royal prestidigitator, Virote." He said which at first made Pat a little paranoid of been ignored.

 He looked back as the gigantic entrance door opened giving way to a lady as she walked and stopped beside Pat, he could smell her magical perfumes that lubricated his emotions instantly, he could no more think of anything except her astonishing beauty.

 She has a very long black hair that stopped at her spine, green eyes that stared unconditionally at the high orders but unlike every other beings in the Tribune, she appeared human. Her skin was cream in complexion and moist, she was in a long sleeve black leather jacket, lack trouser and black knee-length boots.

She bowed "you called my honour!" She said. Her voice was what Pat could describe as calm but void of emotional hindrance.

 "You'll be tasked with a very great task Virote, you'll have to be the trainer of the Druidmaster." Valdimir ordered.

 Virote took a quick glance at Pat and he stared back at him but it was for a while as she looked back at the high orders.

 "With honour my lords." She responded with her head tilted downward a little.

 Lord Thanis cleared his throat "seems like my work here is done, I'll take my leave now." He said while give Pat a cozy smile, then with just a gust of wind, he vanished.

Meanwhile Legerdemain Tribunal Alpha Mystic Museum

 A black hooded figure stood in the adorable museum staring at an exact article enshrined in an energy field-like box. 

The museum was enormous and wide with its floor neatly tiled and decorated with gems. In the museum were short pillars, four pillars to be precise bearing the weight of the museum in rows. 

The ceiling of the museum was cold and gold braced, the walls has a texture of mixed gold and leather colours that brought out the beauty of the museum accurately that one would dwell in the dept of amazement for this. On the pillars were arcane symbols meant to detect and guard the museum from any internal threats but something was wrong.

 He stood before an artefact inspecting the artefact within which bears some Greek writings on it, he wasn't amazed at all for wjat he came for was not found in the alpha museum which is one of the greatest museum in the Legerdemain Tribune known to all in all of reality. Is expectations were instantly annihilated immediately he lose track of his task in the museum. He knew the magical armies also known as the cops of magic would have sensed his tainted aura and would probably be on their way for him. Sadly it was too late to flee as the was already surrounded by four magical cops known by their names, the prestidigitators.

 They're known as the securities of the domain, meant to guard the stability of the Tribune for external and internal threats but this figure was strange, they couldn't read any positive essence coming from him. 

It was like he was entirely composed of dark energies. So it's their task and duty to find out any difficulties in the Tribune, and if such difficulty won't concur cordially, its their respective duty to annihilate it or even erase it entirely like it never occurred. They readied themselves to attack the unwelcoming stranger, in their hands were their wands glowing with magical auras.

 "Who are you intruder?" A prestidigitator asked loudly.

 The figure knowing what's sure and what isn't, knew a battle was going to ensue between them then brought out his arms and his hands glowed with blue auras, he faced the prestidigitators but they could not even see his face because his face was entirely shrouded in darkness by his hood.

 "Your wands are broken!" He said with authority that made the wands in the prestidigitators hands break into numerous parts.

 The prestidigitators were astounded but been not the source of their powers, switched to another technique of their art known as the palmstry technique which is the use of their hands for magical arts but would drain them of energy of care isn't taken. They instantly blasted the figure with destructive energies with the shout of their voice.

  "Destructo maxima!"

 Knowing the dept and weight of the spell, the figure stretched out his arms and widen his palms forward which made green auras glow all over his body like summoned supports caressing the force of the destructive energies in his palms with great compelling force the force concurred to his will then he transmogrified the energies into wild energies that in retalitiaon dispersed the magical armies like thrown money.

 "Puny warriors don't scare me!" 

The figure said breathing cordially.

 Been the nexus of magic, the dimension provided the prestidigitators with much connections with non-chaotic energies against the intruder but it was not enough. Not long, the museum was occupied by numerous prestidigitators with their wands stretched out in fury then BOOM! Large magical energies exaceped from them aimed at the stranger but he deflected them all in a glass like field that shrouded the energies in a void domain but in retaliation spread out destructive wave that sent all glasses and walls in the missed shattering like biscuits.

 The figure propelled his arms forward defecting another mana attack form a prestidigitator, he spread out his arms backward conjuring blue eldritch energy in his palms before blasting it at them which only stumbled them backward as they had themselves enshrouded in a blank mana force field. 

They responded with blasts of destructive wave that was meant to annihilate the latter off his magical connections but instead it took a great turn as the figure had casted out a negating wave that smothered the wave into. A ball-like energy then finally dispersed it into nothing.

 Having had enough, the strnger knew the prestidigitators were highly trained and skilled magicians and defeating them would be a very huge task for him but he has no time to waste because his time was going to an end, he was just an errand ghost not the actual physique. 

He rolled out his arms in a circular shape then froze in an actual state that altered time instantly. 

He manipulated time energies dwelling outside the woman because he knew time wasn't available in the domain so he would be going beyond the Tribune to execute this inwhich he did altering time into corporeal energies formed that he used as an omnidirectional wave that struck every prestidigitators their feet and solemnly eradicated them all out of time like they never existed. 

Now done, he had himself swirled in eldritch energies that immediately dispersed but with him gone.

 Legerdemain Tribune Magical Tribune

 Pat stood where he was asked to stay, in the middle of the aisle. Beside him stood Virote recovering orders from the councils, then suddenly the door opened which brought sudden silence to them, no one has ever opened the Tribune door without been summoned by the high orders. 

A prestidigitator walked in, he was dressed in there warrior's outfit; white long garment, white garment and brown leather sandals.

 He bowed and went on one knees "we've an intruder in the Legerdemain Tribune, my lord." The prestidigitator said under his breath.

 The Tribune hummed.

 "What's this intruder like?" Merlyn asked.

 "he's hidden sir, we couldn't even see his face but we detected an Eerie stench from him." 

The prestidigitator responded and the councils hummed again in disbelief because they knew one thing for obvious, the Eerie was an indigenous chaotic race eliminated eras ago.

 "He also was using a magic negating technique that seems to eliminate our attacks insanely." He added.

 "Magic negating spell? He sure came prepared." Lady Morana thought aloud "what was he looking for?" She asked.

 "The gateway key." Merlyn answered "he's looking for the gateway key."

 "What made you say so?" Member of the mages asked.

 "Eeries were the the only race in existence within milladeck that worships the gothic demon, perhaps they came to free their god." Merlyn thought aloud.

 "How would you think an Eerie would attack the Legerdemain Tribune ? The Eeries has been extincted thousands of years ago." Another manner of the mages said.

 "Perhaps, one survived." Merlyn replied "It's only an Eerie with such power to manipulate Eerie energies and this energy isn't just some kind of energy we know, it's eldritch in nature and mostly chaotic...we all know they're linked to one lordship which is the gothic demon."

 "Cryptor!" Morana chipped in thoughtfully.

 "But he has been imprisoned even before the extinction of the Eerie, how's he even connecting to the Eerie? Even if it's possible?" A prime mages asked.

 "I seriously don't know." Merlyn replied defensively "I really don't know!"