The moment Rus activated the Eye of Truth, he saw it clearly—beneath that silver cloak wasn't a physical form, but a brilliance beyond description.
It resembled the divine light that radiated from holy clerics, yet it was fundamentally different. Just a glance, and Rus felt his spiritual energy evaporating at an alarming rate.
He immediately shut the Eye of Truth.
Chime, chime...
The woman moved with a gentle sway, leaning on a long, silver staff as she approached. With each step came the sound of bells, clear and crystalline. Her voice, when she spoke, chimed with a similarly melodious quality.
"Baron."
As she spoke, she reached up and lowered her hood—instantly drawing Rus's attention.
Her hair was a smooth, radiant chestnut, fine as silk, with pale moon-white petals scattered artfully throughout. The petals didn't overwhelm her features, instead accentuating her grace and elegance.
