Davis heard the melodious voice of the petite young woman with long, flowing pink hair that fell in loose waves around her face.
She hovered to him while the cloudy cloak around her neck appeared like cotton candy swayed along with her movements.
Her almond-shaped eyes were a mystical amethyst color that pulled one in to the depths of her heart, and draped in a soft pink silk dress with intricate red cherry embroidery, her outfit completely matched her hair accessory adorned with delicate silk flowers.
She looked like a fairy out of a painting, her presence able to cause everyone around her to be breathtaken. However, his anarchic presence commanded much more attention, inducing tension and nervousness in their hearts.
He could see everyone was worried about Fairy Aila Cherryweave, afraid he would do something to her.
"Divine Emperor of Death. Forgive my ignorance, but can I know for what reason you are here exactly?"
