The dark elf, not for the first time, gathered the sunlight and starlight around him, sprinkling them on the face of the sleeping beauty. Her fair skin appeared even more delicate and smooth under the gentle play of light and shadow, and her exquisite features possessed an unrealistic, dreamlike beauty.
Accompanied by soft and even breathing, the goddess seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of the surrounding blooms and shadows, immersing herself in a deep and sweet dream.
Aztemo's eyes flared with rage, glaring at the shameless little brat. In her eyes, there was no romance, only traps, yet the master was oblivious, repeatedly ignoring her warnings and instead trusting Idinis.
Aztemo deeply regretted it. Had she known witnessing this scene would be the result of arriving at the Dark Divine Kingdom, she would have preferred to stay in Hades.
