Chương 52: The Face Behind the Silk Veil

Time seemed to slow down as Aeryon instincts kicked in. 

His body tensed; muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. 

His mind raced, evaluating his options. 

With a surge of adrenaline, he instinctively moved to evade the incoming threat. The world around him suddenly became a vivid tableau of details.

The wind brushed against his face, carrying the faint scent of grass and the promise of impending danger. 

Blades of golden grass swayed in unison, dancing to an unseen rhythm. 

The sunlight painted the landscape in vibrant hues, casting long shadows that stretched across the ground. 

Dust particles hung suspended in the air, catching the light and adding an ethereal quality to the scene.

In that moment, Aeryon senses seems to went into an overdrive. 

Aeryon eyes locked onto the stranger, the gaze filled with determination and a glimmer of defiance. 

"A woman" he deduced