High above the chaotic battlefield, at the rooftop of a distant building where Bong Me-Eon and Song Woo-Ji stood watch, a sudden surge of energy crackled in the air.
A portal shimmered into existence, swirling with hues of violet and silver, its edges rippling like water disturbed by a gentle breeze.
From within, a figure emerged—a woman who carried herself with a presence that commanded attention.
She appeared to be in her mid-forties, yet age had only added to her fierce beauty.
Her dark hair was swept back in a high ponytail, streaked with hints of silver that framed her sharp, angular face.
Her eyes were a piercing shade of green, bright and intelligent, keen as blades.
Fine lines traced the corners of her mouth and eyes, but they did nothing to dull her severe expression; if anything, they gave her an edge of authority and life-worn wisdom.
