Michael furrowed his brows as he sat down on the bench right next to Seberus. The old man had a gaze that was looking far beyond his own vision.
"I know that you have been collecting the medallions of the Mystic Masters," Seberus said. "And if you have mine, you'll have four signatures…"
"But…" Michael said, already anticipating the bad news coming.
"But," Seberus said with a somber voice. "It seems that the Guild of Arcana had just crowned a new Mystic Master just a few days ago."
Michael's eyebrows raised, surprised at this turn of events. "A new Mystic Master?"
As far as he knew, the last Mystic Master to be crowned with that title was about twenty years ago. One would think that that was a long time gap, but in truth, that was a pretty short amount of time.
