Elreth's gaze locked onto Nero, her fiery eyes glinting with anticipation. He only chuckled in response, as if amused by the inevitability of it all. This clash couldn't be avoided. And truth be told, even though he disliked the thought of seriously engaging the princess, a part of him longed for it. His blood surged, boiling with battle-hunger.
The two stepped onto the stage, tension heavy in the air.
Nero raised his longsword, flames curling around the blade like a living serpent. His ominous crimson eyes narrowed dangerously, sharp and merciless. The woman before him could never be underestimated.
