The dense, rolling mist that had cloaked the area shuddered violently, as though struck by some unseen force.
Then, slowly, it began to peel backwards, curling away from Damien.
And through the thinning veil, the image of the one who had spoken began to take form.
At first, it was just a dim silhouette, but as the mist drew further back, the outline grew clearer… until her figure finally stood revealed before him.
She was a woman.
But not a human one.
Her body trembled where she stood, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably as if every breath was a battle.
Two long, snow-white ears drooped faintly above her head — unmistakably resembling those of a rabbit — though their tips were streaked faintly with red.
Just beneath them, two small black horns curved backward from her temples, faintly glimmering under the pale light.
The contrast between the gentle softness of the bunny ears and the sharp, smooth curve of the horns gave her an otherworldly beauty.
