Seraphine felt a lump in her throat.
Qingyi grabbed the sword strapped to his waist, and in the next instant, the blade flashed brightly, materializing a figure beside him.
The figure had a mature face of transcendental beauty, purple eyes, and long, elegant hair of the same color.
It was Elize. Her precious Elize.
It was not a projection seen through eyes present on another plane, but her in the flesh, standing right there in front of her.
Seraphine opened her lips to say something, but nothing escaped her throat.
Elize trembled, looking at the woman before her.
It had been countless years since they last saw each other. At the time of their separation, Elize was just a little girl, but she still knew that face very well.
With trembling steps, Elize approached and raised her hands toward her sister's face.
Seraphine mimicked the gesture. The two touched each other's faces, feeling each other's warmth.
