The sound of steel clashing against steel echoed out from a ruined cathedral.
The ground quivered beneath each dull clang, accompanied by the sharp, rhythmic pants of a young man and woman locked in combat.
The young woman was a golden beauty—quite literally.
She moved with the grace of royalty and the force of a tempest, clad in golden-inlaid armor. Her long, flowing hair shimmered like molten metal, matching the glow of her piercing golden eyes. In her hand, a rapier gleamed, darting forward to clash against the blade of her opponent.
The young man facing her was her opposite in every way. His eyes were like lightless abysses, his hair a mess of raven-black strands. He wore regal, muted armor with a dull, ashen crown hovering just above his head like a halo—an eerie echo of nobility.
