Christel versus Ethan. A Pre-battle For The Future

Bright red hair, crimson eyes, extremely pale skin, and an imposing height that made him tower over most people—these details struck Christel like a hammer as her gaze locked onto the figure standing before her. The man was exactly as she had heard in the stories and seen in pictures. There was an undeniable charm about him, a raw charisma that radiated confidence and power. His carefree expression, almost like he was taking a leisurely stroll in the park, did little to hide the undeniable danger lurking beneath.

Christel faltered for a moment, her steps hesitating. He was, without a doubt, too handsome for her liking. His features were so striking that she found herself momentarily questioning whether she could even swing her sword at him.