In the gloomy depths of the forest, a member of the Demon Race moved silently through the dense, ancient woods. Its eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, brilliant and crystal clear, glinting with a cunning yet profound light. Its eyebrows were long and sharp, arched slightly upward, hinting at a kingly majesty. Its skin was a pale jade green, and where the sunlight pierced through the canopy, it gave off a faint verdant glow, as if holding all the secrets of the ancient forest.
Its movements were light and agile. Even when leaping through the densest branches, it never touched a single leaf. Whenever it paused to gaze into the distance, its eyes would become exceptionally focused and penetrating, as if they could see through all the world's illusions. When it narrowed its eyes, its gaze burning like a torch fixed on its prey, it revealed a sharp and ruthless air.
