Chapter 195 – Stark Contrast
What followed was a series of events that no one — on either world — could have begun to fathom.
A Warborn and a Cerveau, sitting side by side deep inside a lush green forest, a forest that looked like it had caught fire beneath the brilliance of the sun hanging high above, both of them perched atop a massive rock embedded within a pristine, endlessly flowing river.
Their appearances were in stark contrast.
The woman was older, with eyes that looked as though they had witnessed every profanity and cruelty the world had to offer. Her hair was blue but not the simple, sky-blue hue of childish innocence. No… her blue shimmered like cascading waterfalls lit by sunlight, mystical and elusive.
And her eyes…they were something else entirely.
They were otherworldly. Too beautiful, too alien, too divine to be described using the mundane language we know.
In simple terms, it felt like the very concept of blue had been born because of her eyes.
