279 Samael Gracefell [1]

Several centuries ago, in a universe far away…

Guraaah—!!!

A young man, adorned with locks of raven black hair and piercing red eyes, valiantly fought a swarm of humanoid creatures.

Instead of sporting a suit of armor, the young man dressed in regal attire — wearing a red tunic crafted from the softest of silk and ivory trousers — almost as if he was out for a casual stroll and not for a planetary battle.

These humanoids, tall and thin, possessed distinctive greenish skin, making their appearance grotesque.

But since they were clad in high-tech battle suits that exuded a polished white shine, their repulsive features were hidden from view, concealed beneath their sleek armor.

Pew, Pew, Pew—!!!

Some of them carried weapons that strikingly resembled modern-day mana guns crafted by humans.