"I'm Malachai, or as some call me, Malachai the Mad. I'm the head of the Arcane Outlaws," the man introduced himself, the deranged glint in his eyes intensifying.
Ryan's mind raced at the name. 'Arcane Outlaws?' He had never heard of such a group before. 'And how does he not even have a trace of mana? Even those who aren't mages have faint mana flowing through their body.'
It was clear that Malachai noticed Ryan's confusion, and his smile grew even wider, if that were possible.
"You haven't heard of us, have you?" Malachai observed, his tone shifting to one of interest. "I suppose that makes sense. You seem to be quite the mysterious one yourself, connected to a witch, no less. That's rare - witches usually keep to themselves, avoiding mages and the rest of the world. And you… you're an enigma, with abilities that I can't quite see through."
