Selena strained to open her eyes wide, attempting to discern the face of the newcomer, her lips trembled, but in the next moment, she completely passed out.
The young man garbed in a platinum-colored, luxurious robe silently watched Selena at his feet. He had the same splendid golden hair as Selena, a face that was beautifully almost demonic, exuding a certain noble and majestic air inherent to superior beings, yet his eyes were filled with an icy indifference that kept others at bay.
The young man casually lifted his hand, sprinkling specks of white light from between his fingers, which fell upon Selena's body.
Selena's breathing suddenly became much more even, her injuries rapidly healing and stabilizing.
At that moment, a dense cloud of darkness swept across the sky from afar.
