As Lilia stepped onto the stage, a hushed murmur swept through the crowd. Whispers and exchanged glances conveyed the unspoken acknowledgment of her status—the heir of Olympus' Vanguard, a figure synonymous with power and influence.
"Isn't that Lilia Thornheart? The one from Olympus' Vanguard?"
"I heard she's the heir. No wonder she has that aura."
"She looks like a goddess... Look at her, so confident."
The spectators were captivated by the spectacle before them. Lilia, with an air of regality, seemed to effortlessly command attention. The emerald green hair cascaded down her back, catching the sunlight and shimmering like a halo. Her poised and confident demeanor left an indelible impression on everyone present.
The way she carried herself and her ethereal beauty itself was a force alone; combined with her background, she captivated everyone's attention in a second.
"You are here."
