Across, the Trespasser from Another World

Everyone was silent in that Lecture Hall, captivated by the footage that has started playing from the projector.

A vaguely humanoid entity that looks like its entire being was comprised of pitch-black steel that somehow doesn't reflect the sunlight walked forth into the battlefield, but its steps weightless as a feather. No eyes. No nose. No mouth. Nothing. On its face, there was simply nothing but black.

In its hand it was grasping some sort of sword. And by 'some sort of sword', it means it was only shaped like a sword… but it wasn't really a sword, because it was made of black and red energy, instead of any sort of metal. The blade and the hilt are entirely comprised by that dark energy.

The entity walked into the battlefield as another figure charged at it. The figure was a pasty white humanoid with massive black bat wings, with their eyes entirely crimson like it was filled by blood. Their nails are crooked claws, which seen as the figure raised its hand and chanted.

It was Magi
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