บท 656: The Oracle

She was perfect.

Her hair was pure white, whiter than snow. She had sparkling blue eyes, more precious than any gem that ever existed. 

A light veil stood firm on her face, decorated by jewels that glittered with gold and blue. Her white robe was also complemented with golden decors and jewels that were reminiscent of the deep blue sea.

Her long ears stuck out of her veil and hair, and her cute—cold, silent, and calm—beauty made everything around her blur in comparison.

The world around her was a golden cathedral-like palace, with candle-lights and sacred lightings giving everything a luster of mysterious sanctity.

Still, none was more mysterious or sanctified than she was.

As her gaze connected to Rey, he felt an electrifying sensation course through his whole body.

Never in all his life had he met a more beautiful woman, and he doubted he would ever be able to. Her whole identity was carved from perfection itself.