Nicole, wearing a beast skin armor, looked like a war deity, fighting off ten Barbarians who fancied "stealing" the bride simultaneously.
Every time she knocked someone down, it would trigger massive cheers from the crowd outside the ring.
Ronan also saw Nicole's "groom," a "handsome" mixed-blood Elf, who looked merely like a teenager on the outside, but was said to be over eighty years old.
The groom wore an exquisite wreath made of Fairy Wood and Ice Orchid on his head, sitting on a tall wooden chair, his gaze following Nicole's every move, feeling proud or worried with her every strike.
"Kakata is a kind-hearted good man, and eighty isn't too old for an Elf.
The most important thing is that his Elf Bloodline is pure, and... he truly loves Nicole..."
Andre, thoroughly drunk, leaned close to Ronan, mumbling earnestly about all the experiences over the years.
