"I'm afraid we haven't been properly introduced, miss," Desmond remarked, narrowing his eyes as he studied the newcomer. His gaze fell upon the captivating figure before him, a girl with cascading black hair that reached down to her waist. Her flawless face and piercing dark blue eyes exuded an air of beauty, but they were locked onto him with an icy, calculated intent.
"No, we haven't," she replied, her cherry-pink lips moving in stark contrast to her cold expression. As she spoke, her delicate milky hands gracefully swayed in the breeze, elegantly pointing in his direction.
"Water Arrow," her sweet and melodic voice echoed through the air, though it clashed sharply with her frigid demeanor. The wind responded, swirling around her body and gathering energy, morphing into arrow-shaped streams of water.
