Arena (3)

That was a cocky statement from Serana, but she had the strength to back it up.

The level above her head was unknown; whoever Arthur believed himself to have high attributes to go against her without problems.

He still had many cards on his sleeves, such as his dragon transformation and the mysterious black sword, though he did not want to use them lightly.

Serana had a bow as her weapon, and her snake-like physique made her look intimidating, almost as tall as 4 meters. Arthur kept his eyes on her, waiting for her to make the first move. His hand was tightly gripped at his sword, and his heartbeat raced with the drill of combat.

She did the same, scouting every inch of her adversary. Deep down, Serana felt something was off with that young elf in front of her, as if he had a dormant dragon inside.

Time seemed to have stopped with the two, and after three minutes of constant staring, Serana finally made her first move, drawing her bow so fast no one could see it.