The water cascaded over her body as she bathed in the moonlit pool. Pyris could only make out the silhouette, but his sharp senses told him this was no ordinary woman.
His instincts flared, a mixture of curiosity and wariness creeping over him. Whoever she was, she didn't seem to notice him yet. Pyris remained hidden, observing quietly from the shadows, his heart beating steadily as he considered his next move.
The sound of rushing water filled the serene night air as Pyris Obsidian stood hidden in the shadows, his sharp eyes trained on the figure bathing beneath the moonlit waterfall. His senses, heightened from his recent battles in the Grove, told him that this woman was far from ordinary.
There was a certain grace in the way she moved through the water, a fluidity that suggested strength, control, and something more—power.
