Seberus walked towards Michael, whispering in his ear. "This Nymph is not normal. I've never heard of a demi-human reaching the 9th-level of magic like she is."
"So it's true?" Michael asked.
"Yes," Seberus said. "Every Mystic Master controls a certain part of reality. Lazarus controls death. I control fire. This kind of dominion over a part of reality will subsist until the death of the Mystic Master.
And the Guild of Arcana had never had a Mystic Master who could control Nature itself. Ever since the start of our organization, no one had been able to master that part of reality yet.
Some of our peers eventually concluded that no one was yet worthy to control something as prevalent as nature itself. But it seems that the truth is far more simpler than we thought. Somebody already controls it."
And that very person was standing right in front of them. The demi-human monarch. The Nymph.
