DNO

Trent remained completely motionless as the Dark Magus' feet touched the ground, his imposing height looming ominously over Trent's dying body. Now, much closer, Trent could discern the Dark Magus' body and the coat he wore, although his face was still stealthily masked, much like that of his followers.

He resembled a shadow himself, his long, flowing coat dancing gracefully in the direction of the wind, like a rider on a horse galloping through an open field. The coat was slightly oversized and baggy, yet it fit him well, as if it had been tailored specifically for him with that exact intent. Once again, Trent tried to [read] the phenomenon surrounding the Dark Magus, but it proved utterly futile, as nothing was displayed to him despite his efforts.