The Man From Another World
A voice was heard echoing in the dome-shaped hall where Raze and Gunther were in. It was fairly deep in sound, yet soothing to one's ears at the same time. One thing was clear to both of them, and that was the fact that it was a voice they didn't recognize.
Instantly, Gunther readied his single blade in front of him, and Raze had activated the dark magic as it swirled around his hands because there was a certain word that had been used when the man had spoken; he had said the word "Mage."
'The word mage isn't even something that Gunther or Dame use because it's not something they have here. They might use the word magic for a person who performs things such as tricks and such, and a trickster, but they don't use the word mage!' Raze thought.
Stepping forward out of the dark hallway, the man's face came into view as the light hit it. From the face, a lone man close to his thirties with a stern look almost like he was frowning towards them.