As Julian settled in among the group, his gaze fell upon the female knight. She had striking purple hair. Her dark eyes held a depth that drew him in, filled with a mix of misery and hope.
Her face, while undeniably beautiful, bore the marks of combat, scars that spoke of resilience and strength. Unlike the other women he was used to, her appearance conveyed a sense of hard-earned experience and determination.
Julian noticed her calloused hands that was the evidence of countless hours spent training and fighting.
This realization stirred something in Julian's heart. He found himself moved by her spirit, the way she wore her hardship as badges of honor rather than signs of defeat.
It ignited a feeling of admiration and respect within him, and he felt an urge to learn more about her journey, to understand the depth of her character beyond the armor she wore.