Michael looked around him. The very cages that he was imprisoned in was made out of some kind of solid prismatic material that was very hot to the touch.
"Ha!" Lucy laughed. "You won't be able to get out of that cage soon. You can try, but you'll find your fingers disintegrating the moment you even touch it for a brief second.
This is the power of the Guild of Arcana! We have access to power from the Ancient Era that people think has already been extinct! And you dared to fight against us? You dared to take us down with that scandalous report?!"
It was at this point that Michael looked up at Lucy and the rest of the Mystic Masters.
"I came here to prove myself. We made a contract."
