The figure before him radiated an indescribable luminescence; it was an ethereal beauty that seemed to transcend the physical realm.
They were adorned with flowing robes that shimmered in a kaleidoscope of pastel colors, reflecting and refracting light like a prism.
They had delicate wings, grand and majestic, crafted from a translucent substance that glistened with intricate patterns, reminiscent of delicate lace.
Their face, serene, was framed by long, flowing hair that cascaded like liquid light, enhancing the grace and divinity enveloping them.
They were...
"We are the Overlord of the Elven folk."
'She is magnificent.' His eyes were radiant, divine, magnificent.
The celestial authority radiating from these eyes desperately sought to transcend the otherworldly air of the Elven Overlord.
His divine nature desired her, causing his hand to grip the delicate hand of Tenebris, tighter.
