In the midst of an empty street, two individuals clashed fiercely against each other.
One stood tall, his dark-skinned complexion complementing his curly black hair. His face, usually attractive, was now contorted with anger.
The other was slightly shorter but still was of good height. His jet-black hair matched his deep, abyssal-like eyes.
These two individuals were, of course, none other than Alberto and Nero.
Nero was using a bastard sword while Alberto relied solely on his bare fists to fight.
Alberto had numerous cuts across his body, showcasing the intense battle he had been in and it was nowhere near over.
On the other hand, Nero was unscathed– not a single wound was apparent on his body.
'What a monster,' Alberto mused silently, his thoughts echoing within his mind as he clenched his teeth together in frustration.
Only a few weeks ago, Alberto knew that he could face Nero head-on in a fight if it ever comes down to it.