The person who entered was almost as tall as Odin, wearing a floor-length white robe, with a slender figure resembling an Avenquin Elf, and pointed ears, except with silver pupils—Fang Hong had almost never seen elves with silver eyes unless afflicted by some rare hereditary disease—Eteliria, of course, also had hereditary diseases.
He couldn't even tell if the person was male or female at first glance. The facial features were very soft, the eyes had a feminine charm, but the demeanor was more masculine, and the robe was styled like a warlock's.
The person had waist-length white hair, free of any dust, with a headpiece made of star silver, seemingly woven from oak branches and leaves, sparkling faintly in the sunlight streaming through the window.
The silver eyes carried a distant expression as they looked at Fang Hong, giving off an unapproachable air that left Fang Hong momentarily unsure of what to say, frozen on the bed.
