And his opponent, from the land of Frulia, a fierce Alchemist and master of the dark element… Ann!"
Kyle's eyes locked on Ann as she stepped forward, her expression as cold and unreadable as ever.
Her dark hair framed her pale face, and her eyes, almost black, stared back at him with a quiet intensity.
Kyle struggled to understand her look. Was she angry with him? Or was this just her normal?
'She must still be disappointed over 'the death' I caused... ' Kyle reasoned.
Ann said nothing, her expression unchanging as she slowly reached into the pouch strapped to her waist.
Kyle watched closely, knowing that alchemists fought differently. She would have prepared potions in advance, and each one would be carefully crafted to give her the upper hand.