Morgana and Oberon wasted no time approaching them.
Since the three newcomers had appeared near the back of the vast throne room, close to the enormous double doors, the two elders had to walk away from the gathering and toward them.
"Dorian…" Oberon spoke first. His frowning gaze was, of course, fixed on the completely unbothered Elion. "Is this who I think it is?"
Dorian folded his arms. "That depends entirely on who you think it is."
Oberon's frown deepened. "You know exactly who I mean."
Morgana ignored the two men and studied Elion from head to toe. Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly.
There was no mistaking the boy's appearance. Even if he had changed considerably from the descriptions they had received, his facial features were still recognizable, but his mana core cultivation was not.
The reports had described an Adept Mage.
The young man standing before Morgana was unmistakably a High Mage, and an unusually powerful one at that.
