A tall woman with a voluptuous figure, visible muscle tone beneath crimson armor.
Her long, silky red hair—tied into flowing ponytails—cascaded down her back like living flame. And atop her head…
Two crimson horns curved elegantly back.
She was every bit as breathtaking as Faeriel.
"Fae, we've finished our work in this city. Hurry up—we're leaving soon," she called out from behind the dwarf girl, her voice cool and commanding.
"Can you see it? She has horns," one man whispered, leaning in.
"Of course I can," another replied, eyes wide with awe. "She's a Dragonkin. I read about them as a kid—they're said to be descendants of Dragons."
"Seriously? Dragons? As in the Dragons—mythical beings and the strongest creatures in all of Enigma Veil Continent?"
"Yeah," the man nodded. "It's incredible. And she looks so beautiful too."
Reon's gaze lingered on her, thoughtful and analytical.
