As expected, the people from the Archmage Alliance quickly ran into terrible trouble. After getting caught in a gang shootout, they headed for the church on foot. They had set out fully armed, but by the time they reached their destination, no one would have doubted it if they said their next stop was the bathhouse.
By the time the group stumbled desperately to the church entrance, not just their staffs, weapons, and wallets were gone. Their outer robes, their boots, even the earrings and bracelets worn by the female mages had all vanished. They had arrived looking like guests and left looking like prisoners.
It was hard to call this theft. The only difference between it and being robbed in broad daylight was that at least with robbery, you could know who the culprit was. Along the way, the Archmages had only felt their belongings constantly disappearing, without seeing so much as a ghost.
It couldn't be that every person on the street was a thief, could it???
Thinking that, the Archmages missed every chance to recover their stolen goods. This dark city taught them a harsh lesson: inadequate theft prevention was the same as no theft prevention at all.
Of course, they got their wish and waited for Bruce Wayne. But when they walked toward Bruce, who had stepped out of a luxury car in an expensive suit and entered the cathedral accompanied by a string of heavily armed bodyguards, Bruce merely waved a hand and had someone beside him toss them two coins.
Mages without magic were just ordinary people. No one would be foolish enough to charge into gunfire and seek death. But the people who entered Gotham were not limited to the Archmage Alliance's mages. There were also many occult practitioners whose powers did not