Detective Jonas walked down the desolate street, his long coat billowing in the wind, his trusty wand at his side. The world had changed drastically in the past few years, after the Great Cataclysm that had wiped out most of humanity. But some had survived, and now they lived in a world where magic was real, and the forces of nature were more powerful than ever before.
Jonas had been a detective before the Cataclysm, and he had continued to be one after it. He had adapted to the new world, using his skills and knowledge to solve crimes and protect the innocent. But he had never encountered anything like the case he was about to take on.
The call had come in just that morning. A group of magical creators had been murdered in their laboratory, their bodies torn apart by some unknown force. Jonas had been tasked with finding the killer, and he was determined to do so.
He arrived at the scene of the crime, a large building that had once been a factory but had been repurposed by the magical creators for their experiments. The door was shattered, and Jonas could see the remains of the wards that had once protected the building. Whatever had happened here, it had been powerful enough to break through even the strongest of magical defenses.
As he entered the building, Jonas could feel the residual magic in the air. He had always had a sensitivity to magic, a talent that had helped him in his work. But the magic here was different. It was raw and wild, untamed and dangerous.
He began to examine the crime scene, carefully stepping around the broken glass and shattered equipment. The bodies of the magical creators were gruesome to behold, their limbs twisted and broken, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. It was clear that they had suffered greatly before they died.
Jonas used his wand to cast several spells, looking for any clues that might lead him