Next up was Ryuzen's battle.
He stepped into the arena, facing a girl unlike any opponent before. Her name was Irina Raiku.
She had flowing black hair that shimmered like polished obsidian under the setting sun. Her eyelashes were long and dark, casting soft shadows on her porcelain skin. But those features didn't diminish her presence. If anything, they added to her allure, making her seem like a living, breathing porcelain doll crafted by a master sculptor.
Her figure was ethereal. Curved in perfect balance, she looked more like a divine statue than a warrior.
"Wow! She's so beautiful!"
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the male spectators. Some were already enchanted, their eyes wide, their hearts racing.
But Ryuzen didn't flinch. His golden slit eyes remained locked on hers, cold and calm.
Right now, she was simply an opponent. That resolve in his gaze didn't go unnoticed by Irina.
