At Sky City
This city suspended kilometers above the ground was bathed in filtered sunlight that gave every stone an aura of purity.
The air there was fresh, charged with such a pure concentration of arcanic mana that it seemed to tingle the skin of those who were not used to it. Eleanor wandered through the paved streets, her nonchalant gait inevitably attracting the gazes of the passersby.
She had just left Neon.
Her slender silhouette was molded into a dark fabric corset, tightened by leather straps and silver buckles that highlighted her incredibly thin waist before flaring out over generous hips and round buttocks that rolled with each step with provocative confidence.
Her ebony skin, typical of the dark elves of Babylon, contrasted with her short blond hair, from which a thick lock fell over her face to hide her left eye.
