Outside a mansion under a vast starry sky, a crimson-purple-robed woman stood on the platform before the stairs as she gazed above.
Behind her purple veil, her features were exquisitely sculpted, as if she had been made by a superior being with a perfect aesthetic sense. Her visage was etched with a delicate, snow-pale complexion that seemed to glow against the yellow light of the lantern outside the mansion. Her eyebrows arched like phoenix wings, sharp yet alluring, giving her gaze a naturally arrogance, a born-imperial soul.
Her nose was slender and straight, refined, adding a regal sharpness to her beauty. Her lips, painted with the color of fresh blood, were full and soft, beyond attractive.
It was a face that would cause empires to wage wars.
