Her face had a soft innocence that contrasted with her tall and imposing figure. Her curves and full breasts stood proud, impossible to hide beneath the delicate fabric of the dress she wore. Violet hair cascaded over her shoulders, dancing in the wind with an ethereal shine, making her seem almost untouchable, like a transcendent vision.
She clearly belonged to the Immortal Lotus race, appearing human through her metamorphosis. Yet, despite her unmatched beauty, her face was cold, completely devoid of emotion. Her distant, expressionless eyes carried a deep sadness, a melancholy rooted in an eternal, silent pain.
Alm and Bruno didn't need more than a single glance to recognize her. No matter how much her appearance had changed, how much time had passed, or how different her current form was, the moment their eyes met, an unconditional, untouched love awakened in them—a feeling that echoed something eternal, an affection that transcended existence itself.
