Selene Darkmoor.


    A combat freak who **lived for the thrill of battle**.


    And unlike Dante, she didn’t fight for pride or status.


    She fought **for the rush.**


    Which made her **ten times more dangerous.**


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    I sighed.


    **"No thanks."**


    Selene blinked.


    Then she grinned even wider.


    **"Oh? What’s wrong? Afraid?"**


    The students around us gasped.


    I rolled my eyes.


    **"You’re not gonna bait me that easily, Selene."**


    She stepped closer, eyes gleaming with excitement.


    **"Come on, just one round. No weapons. Just hand-to-hand."**


    …Hand-to-hand?


    I paused.


    If it was swordplay, I’d rather not waste my energy.


    But **pure martial arts?**


    That was **one of my weak points.**


    Which meant…


    It was a chance to **get stronger.**


    I smirked.


    **"Fine. But don’t cry when you lose."**


    Selene’s eyes sparkled.


    **"Hah! I like you already, Lucian!"**


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