At the Blue Hawks' headquarters, located in the administrative center of the capital of Albion, Lieutenant Thiel was waiting impatiently for his subordinate: the hooded figure that appeared so frequently in Enrique's recurring dreams.

Sean Thiel, son to a Kiltish mother and Albionese father, was nearly thirty years old and had an imposing presence. Sean was a fire and darkness mage. He came from the Principality of Kilto, a country in western Elievagrand, one of the two continents that neighbored Albion. 

Kilto was governed by its prince and the World Magic Council and it was the sole nation responsible for keeping magic under strict control. Magic was for exclusive use by the Kiltish and they had kept its existence hidden from the rest of the world.

Everything about Sean Thiel had a marked coldness: his blond hair, his pale blue eyes, his every gesture as he gave orders to those around him. 

He was an astute and careful man, always keeping an eye on others. He understood the importance of knowing each person's strengths and weaknesses in case he wanted to use them to his advantage and avoid unnecessary confrontations. 

During high school in Albion, Sean began to understand his true potential for dark magic and recognize his own thirst for power. 

It was also at this time that he became aware of his weaknesses. In difficult situations, one could not simply rely on luck.