The Babylon faction, that of the dark elves, was essentially governed by those two. There were obviously sorcerers, alchemists, and smiths. And so their faction was not lacking in power and resources.
Norah crossed her arms.
"I'm going to ask Master Walpurga directly."
Nox froze.
"Are you serious."
"Yes."
He twitched slightly. Just for an instant. Enough for Norah to notice.
"It's dangerous to disturb our master for this kind of thing."
"You're right after all, Ragnar isn't just any dark elf," she continued. "He's her disciple. And he managed to beat him quite easily."
Nox's gaze hardened.
"That woman..."
He remembered. Everyone remembered. A dark elf who had killed her own master without hesitation. Who had fled the tower of sorcery with the Grimoire of Good and Evil... That ruthless witch who had killed the sister of the Walpurgis witch: Walpurga their master.
