Videllia's eyes narrowed with mild curiosity as the shimmer of teleportation faded, revealing the next examinee.
A boy emerged—a stark figure draped in a long black robe. The fabric clung slightly in the front from motion, yet flowed behind him like a shadow trailing a flicker of moonlight.
The hood covered most of his head, but strands of long, snow-white hair spilled out from beneath it, catching the soft glow of the chamber's light.
His steps were silent as he scanned the room, posture straight, gait measured.
"So you're next, huh?" Videllia said, her voice casual but edged with the usual playful lilt.
The boy turned toward her, and for a moment, she blinked.
His face was ethereal—like something sketched with deliberate care and brought to life. Pale skin smooth as porcelain, lips neutral yet graceful, and most striking of all, eyes like twin sapphires.
They held a depth she hadn't expected—unfathomable, like a sea untouched by wind or moon.
