Tap. Tap. Tap.
The soft rhythm of heels clicking against the tongue of the massive stone head echoed through the air.
A figure emerged from the darkness, stepping forward with an elegant, almost serpent-like grace—each movement slow, deliberate, and mischievous.
It was a woman.
Another damn woman.
'What is the ratio of women to men in this world..?' Finn's eye twitched at the sight.
Her hair was long and jet black, part of it tied neatly at the back while the rest cascaded down past her waist. Strands framed her pale face perfectly, her bangs parting just enough to reveal a small black tattoo marked in the center of her forehead.
Her eyes were sharp and narrow—serpent-like, glowing faintly with a golden hue. Slitted pupils stared them down with a mixture of amusement and danger. Her skin was pale, almost ghostly.
