Grabbing his axe, Cristian brandished it and slowly walked toward the figure, who was about twenty meters away.
Staring at her strangely enchanting beauty and glistening black hair, Cristian found out he had mixed thoughts about her.
From her violet eyes, he saw shock, which turned into surprise, and then her gaze became complicated.
However, he couldn't sense any nefarious thoughts, and he was weary of using his mind skills on her to avoid being affected.
Mana coursed through his muscles, empowering his physique. "Wait." As if she could sense he was about to erupt, the woman, who wore a black gown, black gloves, and thigh-high boots, stretched her hands about to say another word when Cristian dashed forward.
Raising his axe, Cristian swung down, and a fire arc left the axe. Watching the fire approach her with such speed, Catalina's eyes dilated and she held her necklace and spoke in a language Cristian found head-throbbing.
