Suddenly, Lord Hicham's gentle chuckle came from the door, slowly clapping his hands in approval.
When everyone turned around, they noticed that he wasn't alone... A girl was walking behind him.
The moment Levi's harmonic spine painted the girl in his world of darkness, he felt like he was in the presence of a transcendental goddess... An impossibility in reality.
She looked like someone had poured black ink across a white canvas and given it life.
Her hair poured like liquid snow... whiter than the color white itself. Some locks were inked dark, giving her hair an ethereal touch.
A single silver eye, metallic and cold with a white pupil at its center, peeked from beneath a fringe that concealed the other, lending her gaze a haunting, half-veiled allure... further highlighted by a streak of black mascara.
