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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