Chapitre 111: Belaro City

Eva smiled as she spawned with her hood still down, which was how she left it when she logged out. Her soft cheeks and glowing creamy skin, coupled with her small and blood red lips made anyone who looked at her lose their composure greatly.

How could one person have the kind of perfect visage that was only present in paintings and media? She looked just like the western depictions of the Goddess of Beauty, which many felt was unrealistic.

Her hair was a bright green that was cut short, only reaching her shoulders at best. Her eyes were so black that it was like staring into an abyss that stared back. In fact, one could see a miasmic swirl in her eyes, which made one's soul feel like it was being drawn in.