Master of the Mystic Arts Gilbert was the Master of the Mystic Arts assigned to guard the London Sanctum this time.
His strength was unremarkable among Masters of the Mystic Arts, but his sensitivity to magic and his power were beyond what ordinary Sorcerers could match.
At that moment, Gilbert sensed a fluctuation of magic coming from outside the door.
"Stay alert!"
Gilbert spoke with a frown.
"Yes, Master!"
Hearing Gilbert's words, the other Sorcerers all answered, not daring to let their guard down in the slightest.
Gilbert walked toward the doors, his expression grave.
That dark aura gave him a sense of danger.
He did not know who was outside.
Why did they have such a terrifying aura?
Bang!
Just then, the doors were smashed open.
A figure appeared before Gilbert.
Gilbert took a step back, looking at the person who had appeared before them.
The figure was shrouded in a dark aura.
A powerful presence swept toward them.
For a moment, they could not tell who the intruder was.
After all, Kaecilius had never appeared again, while the few traitors who had followed him had been found and killed one after another.
They were the only few traitors Kamar-Taj had ever had in all the years since its founding.
"Who are you?"
Gilbert desperately wanted to see just who this Sorcerer bearing a dark aura was.
"Gilbert, I remember you weren't a Master of the Mystic Arts a year ago. To think you've become one now!"
An icy voice rang out.
Hearing that voice, Gilbert involuntarily took a step back. A figure had already surfaced in his mind, an exceptionally gifted genius of Kamar-Taj.
Kaecilius.
Yet he had suddenly betrayed them.
Even Gilbert had once followed Kaecilius, and he felt a deep fear of Kaecilius's magic.
"You... you're