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Vale's grip tightened on his weapon, his heart pounding with uncertainty.

He could tell that this new opponent was unlike the second-rate Arcanists he had easily knocked out just now. He had to take this seriously.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Vale replied with a steady voice while observing the man who had suddenly appeared.

The man exuded an aura of power and darkness, standing tall and imposing.

Although the Divine Sense couldn't tell his Arcane Path, Vale did not doubt that this person was a Dark Arts Practitioner.

The stranger had a lean and muscular build, his frame honed through rigorous training and battles fought. His jet-black hair was slicked back, accentuating his sharp features.

'A necromancer?' Vale guessed.

The man was dressed in a dark, form-fitting attire and flowing coat that billowed around him… This kind of appearance perfectly aligned with the Necromancers he had seen in the Archive's Recording Crystals.