"I have to admit, you have an amazing backyard."
"...Thanks."
The air almost whistled with how barren and empty the land Rhys and Esme were standing on. The Danger Zone is vast, a desert of nothing but ruins that reminded one of the violent war that permanently scarred the Surface; the traces of the gods, as well as the ancient people, could still be seen there — perhaps the most fitting battlefield for one who is considered to be the most powerful person in Amerka.
"I never thought something like this would ever happen in my lifetime, but here we are," Esme looked at her opponent, and by all accounts, her total opposite. She had black skin and glowing white hair, while Rhys had jet-black hair and extremely perfect fair skin,
"I thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Rhys Wilder."
