"Well, we can’t have them have renewed energy. Now can we, Tyrone?" A hyper shrill of a voice was heard not too far ahead of us. Nearly faster than I could perceive, a cultist appeared. In the same robes as what I was now dubbing the Elite. The man had a tighter robe than the ones I have previously seen, but the runes and tattoos were nearly as exact as the Elites. The only difference being the pattern and some of the rune configurations. Considering Michael was incredibly strong and this man nearly appeared out of nowhere, he had tattoos that gave him breathtaking speed.