London, England, United Kingdom, Europe

A hooded figure slammed his head against the bars of his jail cell. "How didst he do it?" he asked himself. "An old man with a lizard defeating the mighty brotherhood of Magisters?" A hand was placed on his shoulder. "Thou underestimated Chan." An other Magister said. "If only we couldst fetch our rings back." "Dost thou have a plan?" "Yes."

Chinatown, San Francisco, California, United States of America, North America

Uncle Chan's antique shop was quiet and peaceful. There hadn't been much dark magic to fight after Dow Long Wong had been defeated. Toru was sweeping quietly while Jade was, well doing what she's best at: being bored. "Jackieeee. I wanna go kick some dark-magic butt!" Jade said. "When will you learn Jade?" Jackie said. "I am an archaeologist, not a secret agent!" "Acha!" Uncle said. "What is it, Uncle?" Jackie asked. "The Magisters have escaped!" "I'll head straight for London." "Do you never listeeeeeeeeen?" Uncle hit Jackie on the head with two fingers. "Magic must defeat magic."