Michael looked out and saw a bevy of hooded figures arriving near the valet of the mansion. They were presences filled with magic and mana. And in a world without mana, these figures stood out as if they had their own lights shining down on them from above.
It was very clear they were making their presence known. Every single important person in the ballroom all looked away and into the windows as they felt the Mystic Masters show off their own powers.
Michael observed them all. Four of them were old, with two being old men with white beards, while the other two were women with wrinkled faces. The very last person amongst them were a young man. A very young man, whose face was clear and without a hood, unlike the other ones next to him.
He immediately knew that this was the new Mystic Master. The very same one that had been the reason why Michael couldn't enter into the secret library with four signatures.
