"H-how are you… Taranis?" Nymeria murmured, averting her eyes in embarrassment as she saw him again after two and a half years.
Not only Taranis, but Nymeria too had grown considerably during that time. Although her divinity stood only at the level of an Awakened Sage, she had nonetheless matured fully—both physically and mentally.
The moment Nymeria's reflection appeared in the mirror, Taranis was left utterly stunned.
She had grown… beautifully.
No—beautiful was far too shallow a word, almost an insult to her heavenly grace.
Her flawless jade-like skin was white as milk, smooth and radiant. Her once-soft lips had blossomed into a perfectly shaped heart, and the delicate beauty mark above them rested like a cherry placed by the heavens themselves.
