Standing tall atop a sturdy tree branch, Kent gazed down at the commotion below. A mob of people, clad in strange, rugged clothes, stormed through the dense forest, their shouts ringing through the air. Their eyes burned with a vicious intensity as they chased a lone figure—an otherworldly beauty whose very presence seemed to radiate an ethereal glow.
Her milky-white skin gleamed under the dappled sunlight that filtered through the canopy, and her flowing garments shimmered as if woven from strands of moonlight. But despite her delicate appearance, she moved with astonishing agility, her every step a graceful blur as she dodged the barrage of weapons hurled at her—knives, arrows, even crude spears, all slicing through the air only to miss their mark.
