Beside the stone skinned man stood a slender woman with pale blue skin. Six transparent wings extended from her back, and long silver hair reached her waist. Her eyes possessed no pupils, only a uniform white glow.
The third figure was covered entirely in crimson armor. Not a single part of their body was visible.
The final person appeared the most ordinary. He was an old man.
A human, at least Michael thought so.
The man wore simple gray robes and held a wooden staff in one hand. His white hair was tied behind his head while a faint smile rested on his wrinkled face.
Michael's eyes immediately narrowed.
"A mage? Is he the reason I couldn't sense them before?"
That was Michael's first thought, before he carefully tried to gauge their levels without being discovered.
They were all Level 100.
