Just as the two exchanged words between themselves, silence reigned for a moment.
The old mage was about to say one last thing before leaving when suddenly he and Michael turned to look in a certain direction.
"What's that?"
Michael thought, a slightly serious expression on his face, while the old mage, not too far from him, had an extremely serious expression.
A distance away from them, they could sense the use of magic being cast in a chaotic manner.
From afar, it also seemed like a mass of chaotic mana was rushing toward them.
The old mage turned to look at Michael and spoke.
His tone was grave and serious.
"See you next time, Sir Mic. I'll be leaving first," said the mage.
Immediately after speaking, Michael saw the mage raise a finger and stretch out his wand slightly.
With a finger moving in the air as he drew a magic circle, Michael watched as a magic circle seemed to appear out of nowhere above the stretched wand.
