The fatigue and miasma that had clung to her since the last battle were gone, replaced by a strange serenity.
But she wasn't done yet.
"Now comes the blessing," one of the older priestesses said, and before Ling Yu could ask, she was whisked away to another chamber, this time lined with crystal vines that emitted a soft blue glow.
There, the elves adorned her with ceremonial garments, flowing white and silver robes, with faint patterns of leaves and stars embroidered across the fabric. Her hair, now silky and shining from the purification, was braided with strands of light moss and dew pearls that shimmered under the torchlight.
She wasn't fond of such attention, but the elves were meticulous. They moved around her in a synchronized rhythm, like a well-rehearsed ritual. Even when she muttered under her breath that it was "too much," they only smiled and continued.
By the time they were done, it was already midnight.
