After dealing with his tasks at the Brotherhood's headquarters, Berger and Blackie sped north.
Thanks to Nilrem's intel, they had already been made aware of the arrival of an Elder from the Cult of Bones.
Although the wandering Magus had assured them that the Order of the Faceless Magi would take care of the threat, Berger still couldn't help but feel a trace of foreboding in his heart.
This was an Elder, after all. Anyone in the Cult who could qualify to enter the Inner Circle was unquestionably powerful.
Even among the Mana Core Magi of Tron, there were distinct levels. And the Elders stood at the very top, second only to the Cult Leader himself.
Berger himself wasn't sure if he would be able to best an Elder in a one-on-one battle. If Blackie supported him, then there was a chance that they would come out on top.
But that's all it was… a chance. Not a certainty.
