About five years later.
Shamrock Peak. Emerald Cove. Dadangar.
Ivy Elbak had blossomed into a striking young woman, her appearance now reflecting the strength and grace she had developed over the years.
Her once slender frame had filled out, giving her a more balanced physique, yet she retained the agility and resilience that had always defined her.
Her skin remained sun-kissed, a testament to her continued connection with the outdoors. Her dark brown hair, now rich and lustrous, cascaded in waves down her back, framing her face elegantly.
She often wore it in a loose braid or pinned up during her training sessions, but when left free, it flowed like a dark river.
Ivy's eyes, still that vivid green, had gained depth and wisdom. They held a calm intensity, reflecting her inner strength and the many experiences she had encountered.
