When Igaris saw her for the first time in her Heavenly Enchantress form, his steps paused. His heart beat faster, pounding against his chest like a war drum.
She stood beneath the starlit sky, golden hair flowing like threads of molten sunlight, and a crimson phoenix robe that shimmered with every slight movement. The aura around her was soft, not forceful, but it still captured every eye without trying.
But for Igaris, it was more than just her beauty.
He had seen her cry, bleed, train until her hands cracked. He had seen her vulnerable and brave. But now, she stood there like a goddess reborn, and it nearly stole his breath.
That night, when the courtyard was silent and the moonlight spilled like silver over the land, they sat together on the edge of a quiet lotus pond.
