The Colosseum gasped, watching the figure of an Elven girl walk into the middle.
Iris's beauty captivated everyone regardless of gender. Her golden ponytail swayed softly down her back, revealing the delicate curve of her nape.
Although the crowds had seen her appearance. But upon seeing it up close. It was an entirely different experience.
The girl was ethereal, like a lush forest, casting a soft shadow of comfort that embraced them in a gentle whisper.
Iris inhaled deeply, trying to calm her raging pulse. Her green eyes stared ahead.
In front of him stood a figure wearing brown robes, cloaking its figure in mystery.
She barely kept her mouth from twitching as Iris recalled her memories from a distant past when she met that man who aimed for her daughter.
'Who was it, again?'.
Iris tilted her head, seeming to forget the name of her bitter enemy.
'Hmph, who cares'.
As they stood a dozen meters ahead, the robed person flinched.
