The figure stepped into the light.
Silence rippled through the hall.
She was striking otherworldly in a way that made people stare.
Her skin had that same faint shimmer as Azara's, marking her as non-human.
Small tufts of hair rose from her head like delicate animal ears which were white and elegant. Her eyes were sharp and predatory
She wore a deep crimson gown that hugged her figure tightly .
Her presence was commanding, dangerous like a lioness entering a den of sheep.
Queen Nyx Nyvess of Arcadia Spires.
Behind her stood Azara, dressed formally but nervously, her eyes darting around the room. Guards flanked them—tall, armored, their faces hidden behind helmets.
And beside them, partially obscured by the guards was another figure. A girl. Human. Young, but her expression was calculating.
Jax's eyes narrowed. 'No way! Will she gonna do what i am thinking right here. And whats up with that girl why is she glaring at me'.
The crowd murmured, confused.
