A loud clatter halted Eli's burrowing hole of unfathomable thoughts.
Looking ahead, she was greeted by a figure with crimson hair and electric ruddy eyes.
Standing on the auditorium's entrance in all his glory, the Student Council President looked as if he's about to crash a party.
"So, you showed up, villain," he hissed, voice firm and thunderous.
Out of nowhere, scarlet blazing flames appeared and cloaked Allen's body.
Not too long, the raging fire flared out of sight, giving way to a red head in pure ruby plate armour, black linen under-shirt and under-pants and a long, fluttering vibrant maroon cape. On the right side of his belt, a gleaming silver sword with a dragon's figure intricately carved on it was tightly fastened.
In a flash of light, the Crimson Blood Warrior of Aristia had made his appearance.
Wonder-stricken, Eli only gawked at him with her jaw dropped.
