She had long, flowing black hair that shimmered with an unnatural luster.
Her skin was smooth, pale, and flawless, her features strikingly beautiful—high cheekbones, soft lips, and a refined jawline.
But it was her eyes that stood out the most: pitch black, like two dark gemstones, gleaming with mystery and power.
Everything about her seemed crafted to both entice and unsettle. Her beauty clashed with the ominous air they had just escaped from. And yet… she didn't feel evil.
She placed the hat gently against her chest and tilted her head.
"Better?"
Emerald didn't answer. Her sword still pulsed with energy, and her stance remained rigid.
The others behind her looked just as confused as she felt.
"Are you the one who pulled us out of there?" Emerald finally asked.
The woman smiled. "Mmm… you could say that."
"Why?"
The woman shrugged. "Well, you seemed to be having a hard time."
That answer only deepened Emerald's suspicion.
