Isla Romero was dangerously hot.
She was among the very few that most of the guys had eyes for…
And her?
Well…
She cared about literally no one.
Not even her own family.
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Her ice-blue hair were tied into a tight braid, with hazel eyes sharp as daggers.
The girl was always cool and focused, never cracked a joke, never missed a shot—
Her frostbinding spells glittered across her gloves like snowflakes, and every time she cast a spell, her tight black top would lift just slightly, showing a little bounce that always caught Kael looking—not that he'd ever admit it.
"Another pack to the west," Kael said, trying to act like he didn't just oggle Isla out.
The man child adjusted the strap on his sword and started towards the sound, heavy boots crunching leaves underfoot.
Kael was our muscle.
Tall, tanned, and built like a walking gym.
He used a broadsword nearly as long as he was tall, laced with earth-element enchantments.
His style wasn't fancy.
