"One epic and the other, rare," Sheila said as they walked out of Anna's room, side by side.
There were several candles on both sides of the wall, their orange glows casting shadows on their figures.
Both had similar pale skin, but in contrast to Sheila's light steps, Cristian's footsteps made the wooden floor creak due to his weight.
The density of his bones and muscle structure made him steady on the ground, making it hard for him to be pushed over.
Towering over her, Sheila had to raise her head to get a glimpse of his side features. His sculpted, sharp jawline, thin lips, and jet-black hair provided a beautiful side feature that Sheila secretly admired.
"It's an epic rank, and you are not even a bit interested," she said.
"We'll see."
