The Salamander, agile for its size and a formidable D-rank beast, swiftly dodged the attack. As the dust and debris settled, the silhouette of the one responsible for the sudden interruption came into view.
Standing amidst the chaos was a young man with fiery hair that seemed to blaze like a living flame, its vivid hues starkly contrasting against the dim, blue-lit cavern.
His sharp features and confident stance exuded an air of arrogance as he casually swing his spear as if removing the dust on it. His piercing gaze swept across the group before finally settling on Aria.
"Hello, Aria," he called out, his tone light but carrying an undertone of smugness. "How are you doing? Seems like luck wasn't on our side this time—we ended up on different teams."
Aria's expression darkened slightly, her amethyst eyes narrowing as she crossed her arms. "Arnold," she said curtly, her tone betraying her lack of enthusiasm at his arrival. "What are you doing here?"
