Outside the biggest shopping complex in Imperius City, capital of Avaloria, a girl leaned against a luxurious car, thumbs dancing across her EtherPad.
No one seeing her could ever say that the girl standing before them was a victim of abyssal corruption in the past.
People passing by couldn't help but slow, stare, and whisper—as if mesmerized—but she didn't spare them a glance.
She only watched the screen, ruby red eyes intent, the faintest crease on her brow.
It was Lily Dragonheart.
Her outfit screamed rebellious teen—distressed midnight jeans artfully torn at the knees and thigh, a fitted white graphic tee tucked under a cropped charcoal bomber jacket with silver zippers, and chunky black combat boots laced to the ankle.
Fingerless gloves hugged her hands; a slim choker and a tiny crescent-moon earring glinted when she turned.
Her silver hair spilled in sleek, luminous waves past her shoulders, catching the sun like liquid starlight.
