The woman hovering before Marcus was a vision of celestial grace.
Her dark hair spilled over her shoulders like willow branches drifting in a spring breeze, framing a presence that felt as though it had been sculpted directly from the essence of the Spring of Purity itself. She radiated a quiet purity, soft and serene, an ethereal beauty so overwhelming it stirred both awe and an instinctive urge to protect. Simply standing in her presence made the world feel calmer, as though even the lingering chaos of fire and water dared not disturb her.
Yet that tranquility was only part of the truth.
