The Demon Sage didn't seem to notice Dyon's odd change as he sighed, looking on at his daughter's lovely appearance.
She lay floating in the air, tilted ever so slightly toward them. Despite being in a deep sleep, her expression carried a dignified and slightly off-putting aura, one only possible by a ruler of many men and an Empress of a land.
Her hair was long, cascading with beautiful shimmer of red rubies and flickering golds. At the same time, her body was dressed in a soft white gown, exposing her small and delicate white feet and her slender and alluring shoulders.
Her features were the pinnacle of perfection, not a single blemish could be found on her face. This was the first woman Dyon had ever seen to match Evangeline in beauty and it made his heart almost stop pumping entirely.
