Marcus stepped into the wooden hall and immediately understood why the place felt so unreal.
A woman stood inside.
Noble, ethereal, and beautiful beyond reason.
Her features were delicate enough to look carved by hand, flawless in a way that almost did not seem human. Her slender figure carried a soft elegance, graceful as a willow branch swaying in the wind, while the faint mist drifting through the hall wrapped around her like flowing clouds. Every movement she made felt light and effortless, as though she barely touched the ground at all.
She wore a pure white gown that blended perfectly with her luminous skin. The loose sleeves and layered fabric floated gently around her whenever she moved, making her seem less like a person and more like a spirit born from the clouds themselves.
Yeah. She was ridiculously gorgeous.
And the craziest part was that she was supposedly from the same generation as Shadow Panther, which meant she was probably far older than she looked.
