Annara Vermont.
A name entwined with his fate more than any of his companions from Earth.
But she was changed.
Her once fiery crimson hair—vibrant like a burning dawn—had turned into strands of pitch-black silk that cascaded over her pale, porcelain skin. Her eyes, once mischievous and bright, now glimmered with something colder. With one glance, Emery could sense the power flowing beneath her beauty—dense, restrained. Yet she had not ascended into the Cosmic Realm.
She caught his gaze and chuckled softly.
"Ah… even if you like my new look,"she teased, her voice carrying a trace of that old playful tone, "you don't have to stare so hard."
When she reached him, the teasing vanished from her eyes. She stopped an arm's length away, her gaze softening. "When the Khaos connection was cut off," she whispered, "I really thought you were dead. It's… good to see you again"
