If you go looking for trouble… then trouble would follow you. Humans always craved drama, perhaps that was why man was described as warlike.
But sometimes we wanted peace… there was only so much smoke we could want… especially if we felt like we had wronged someone. Or maybe… stolen their really expensive spatial ring and abandoned them in a dungeon completely nude.
Damon went quiet… however, he wasn't the only one. It was as if everyone had been forced to hold their breaths for a moment.
He turned his eyes in that direction… the direction everyone was looking… and for a moment, it was as if the world had lost all color.
There was a woman walking into the venue. Her shoes were high, judging by the soft clicking sounds they made, but that was just the beginning. She wore a pale golden dress with long white sleeves, and a veil that covered her hair and half her face, leaving the world to solely gaze at her alluring crimson eyes.
