"Ancient magic, Talbott?" The Vampire Wizard's voice was full of doubt and uncertainty.
"What is that?" asked the Necromancer blankly. Like the Vampire Wizard, he was a team leader and one of the organization's senior members. It was a name he had never heard before.
"I'm not sure either," the Vampire Wizard said, shaking his head. "Even in the days when ancient magic flourished, I never heard of anyone truly mastering this spell. All I know is that it uses the power of lightning to teleport, to move instantaneously. I don't know the specifics."
"The power of lightning?" Everyone around him looked equally baffled.
Tris had indeed conjured a huge ball of lightning out of thin air, then vanished right before their eyes. It had happened so fast that none of them had reacted.
Even though every wizard present was highly accomplished, that trick had still caught them off guard.
"What now?" Buckbeak, a fugitive employee of the French Ministry of Magic, asked with a frown. "We made all that commotion, and he still got away?"
"Shadow Magic stronger than Duoluomu's, mastery of high-level necromancy, and an ancient teleportation spell even Toreador doesn't understand. What are we supposed to do if someone like that escapes?" one member said, spreading his hands.
"His Shadow Magic wasn't better than mine!" the Shadow Wizard protested. "He just seemed to have some sinister magical item."
"Doesn't that make things worse? It means there's someone behind him who can give him a single item that lets him surpass you in Shadow Magic," the Necromancer said.
"I... I was careless. I shouldn't have entered his Shadow Realm..." The Shadow Wizard still wanted to defend himself, but the Vampire Wizard raised a hand to cut him off.
"A failure is a failure. There's no need to make