As the two men continued their seemingly endless fight, Chelsea's stern voice cut through the night air, "Enough, are you done?"

The evening breeze was chilly, and she was eager to return home, having no interest in watching their brawl.

At Chelsea's sharp command, the two men paused, taking a moment to scrutinize each other from head to toe.

Altsin eyed the stranger who appeared out of nowhere. Despite his wild appearance, with his long hair tied into a small ponytail and his bronze skin, he seemed somewhat dignified. His black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a cocky attitude as he held his head high, an air of defiance about him....