What lay before Lynch was a young girl.
Approximately 170 centimeters tall, her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders like flowing liquid gold, and her fair skin was flawless, appearing even more delicate than that of a newborn baby.
Her limbs seemed tailor-made with a ruler, slender and proportionately balanced, and her feminine features remained upright and strong, without the slightest flaw.
What was even more astonishing was her face.
Whether it was her eyes, nose, or mouth, each feature seemed as if crafted by the Divine, delicate like a piece of art.
Beautiful, yet exuding an indescribable aura of sanctity, she naturally emanated an air of divinity.
Though she stood completely unclothed, she evoked no slightest hint of impious desire, as if she were not merely a young girl but a godly presence, transcending all beings and indifferent to the mortal realm.
