Once again, the Arena went deathly silent. As waves of wind blew past their stupefied faces, they inched their heads behind them.
There he was…
Avariel. #1 prodigy of the present Era.
Knocked out cold, planted into the side of a wall with froth leaking out of his mouth.
Hellea stared at this scene in utter disbelief.
The man who—even after giving her everything in a fight—had still pushed her to her absolute limits. A man like that was really…
Defeated in an instant…?
And by someone not even a thousand years old!?
However, rather than feel disappointed or angry, Hellea felt an uncanny sense… of attraction!
"Remember, Daughter." The eloquent voice of her mother rang out inside her head. "If ever you find a man who's unparalleled in every way, shape, or form, make sure you snatch him up for yourself and never let go!"
Unparalleled Power…
Unparalleled Talent…
Unparalleled Appearance…
This man was the one!
