"Prince Mikel. How did this happen?" One of the black-robed mages asked.
He had already taken out a golden halberd from which sparks of lightning were sizzling.
Clearly, this mage was also a lightning expert just like the Quilin beast.
"I have no idea." Mikel sighed and shook his head. "I was just out here training little Cassius."
Others might have to respect and bow to the high council mages, but he had the royal blood coursing through him, so he just answered curtly.
"Oh! I see. In that case, we got extremely lucky."
Another black-robed mage nodded, agreeing with him. "If this bastard had breached the cities or the villages nearby, there would have been a massacre by now."
"Let's talk about it later. We still need to deal with this troublesome beast."
The black-robed mages quickly shuffled their feet and surrounded the Quilin forming a circle of sorts.
