When the blinding light of the pentagram died down, Draydon was seen. Black hair, chiseled jawline like it was carved from stone, big traps, broad shoulders, standing a good 6 feet tall, and looking bulky. It was all fine and dandy, but he was only wearing a towel.

He notices that he's surrounded by more than a ten people in black cloaks and he's just in a towel.

"Kyahhhh!" He screams, an unnatural sound to come from a guy his size.

'I've seen too much offbrand to know where this is going. I know I'm a good looking guy but this is just too much.' Covering his body with both his hands like a girl would.

'This is our champion........He looked soo good until he spoke.......' Silva lets out a sigh. Then takes down her white hood to show her face. Draydon saw this and instantly changed his posture. Raising his right arm over his head to reach his back, while flashing a dashing smile towards her.

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"Oh, didn't know such a beauty would grace me with her presence." His pecs start dancing as he shows off his physique.

'Oh boy, another playboy. He's probably going to be weak-willed and have trash abilities like the rest.....' Silva already judging Draydon puts on her best customer service smile as she explains.

"I know this is sudden, but please come with me."

'Damn girl, straight to business. I like.' The misunderstanding boosts his ego as he takes her hand, momentarily stunning Silva.

"I might get lost." He cheekily says.

Before Silva recovered, a black robed individual got inbetween them.

"Woah"

"Ahh"

A deep growl is heard under the hood.

"Don't touch Silva, the Divine Frost!"