The gust of wind carrying grains of sand collided against the walls of the city's buildings.
In the middle of a city surrounded by desert, a magnificent palace stood, and in one corner of the palace, a woman with thick golden hair walked confidently.
Her height, surpassing most beings, was one of her defining traits. The white cloth wrapped around her body only covered what needed to be covered, leaving the muscles of her arms, abdomen, and legs exposed.
Her predatory golden eyes still shone as the orange light slowly faded, her tiger ears constantly catching every detail of sound, and her tail swayed back and forth.
The woman walked toward a room, guarded by two iron doors.
One of her golden brows lifted; in front of the room stood two people.
She approached, and the two lowered their heads.
One of them was a man with silver hair, a gray robe draped over his shoulders.
The woman looked at him first.
"Yo… Tyler. You've got a lot of free time, huh?"
