Standing at the center of a lush, sprawling, moonlit plain, a young woman with eyes as pure and dark as the eternal night and short, black hair held the hilt of her sheathed saber. Her posture was steady and low, and her breathing was consistent and smooth, emulating the serenity of a breeze and the lightness of light. Eyes lightly shut, she wore a tiara befitting a majestically valiant queen of war.
The tiara glistened in the moonlight, exposing its seamless design containing intricate jewelry and an unmatched elegance. Sitting atop the young woman's head, it boosted her presence ten-fold. If the moon hanging above could shine on a single individual for its lifetime, if it could respond to such a question, there was no doubt that it would choose this young woman.
With every serene breath, surging waves of mana and swirling strings of light danced around her in concert. They were obedient, needy for attention, and outstandingly beautiful. An unnaturally natural phenomenon.
