Asher turned and beheld a beautiful woman who looked like a goddess as she floated midair.
Her transparent dragonfly wings fluttered gently, causing an array of multiple colors when the sunlight shone on them.
Her silky black hair fell like a black stream down to her waist. It was as black as night and seemed to absorb the sunlight, contradicting her resplendent wings.
Her porcelain pale skin was so enticing that it took willpower to reject the urge to reverence such a flawless creature.
Breathtaking!
This was the word Asher would use to describe this epitome of beauty. Floating there, it seemed as if she was naturally part of the forest. Her pure white gown flowed down to her ankles, exposing her bare feet.
Worn over her white gown was a steel breastplate, and vambraces adorned her forearms.
A drawn longsword reflecting the sunlight was aimed toward Asher.
