Third Person’s POV
Ahead of her, the once-flickering fluctuation had finally stopped moving, as if the hidden figure had decided to confront her.
For a few seconds, nothing happened, and the silence between them stretched unnaturally only to be broken by the faint rustling of leaves in a distant breeze.
Seeing the stalemate, Altheria’s lips twitched in irritation as she realized that this entity was still playing with her, but it didn’t seem to know that her patience was not infinite.
Her expression turned slightly annoyed, and her voice cut through the still air, slowly and deliberately.
"If you continue to dilly-dally any longer, I will attack with my full power without hesitation, consequences be damned."
As she said this, a faint, dangerous crimson glow began to shimr around her small hands.
"And even if that old spirit notices everything happening here, I won’t care."
Her tone grew colder and sharper as she continued,
"And looking at you, you clearly don’t want that kind of attention drawn to this place."
Her gaze hardened as she continued,
"So reveal yourself here and now and state your intentions plainly, otherwise... I will stop caring entirely."
The mont she finished speaking, a soft, lodic laugh echoed through the forest.
The laugh was sweet, seductive, and laced with a subtle mockery that seed to dance through the shadows.
Listening to the seductive voice that seed to contain a power of illusion in itself, Altheria’s eyes narrowed instantly, and recognition flickered across her face.
The laughter continued for a mont before gradually fading into silence, and then, a woman’s voice sounded from the empty air in front of her.
"You are still the sa as ever... so short-tempered, little Altheria, even after all these years since we last t."
Hearing the soft mockery, a cold glint flashed in Altheria’s eyes, and killing intent simred beneath her composed exterior as she realized who this woman was.
Her small hands began to glow once more with a dangerous crimson light, as dense blood-red mana gathered around her fingers.
But before she could strike, the space before her shimred, and a deep, silvery-white radiance blossod out of thin air.
It was neither harsh nor blinding, but soft, pure, and almost dreamlike, like moonlight condensed into tangible form.
The light carried an otherworldly purity and seed to radiate a sacred aura that felt detached from mortal realms.
It was the kind of brilliance that made shadows recoil, and even the ancient forest seed montarily hushed in reverence.
Seeing this light, Altheria let out a cold snort, and the crimson glow around her hands slowly faded as she crossed her arms once more.
The silvery radiance swirled, condensed, and gradually took shape.
From within that luminous glow, a woman erged.
Her figure slowly beca clear, and it seed as if she were stepping from another world into this one, and as her form fully solidified, the air itself seed to shift around her presence.
When her figure fully materialized, countless specks of soft white light drifted around her and glittered gently as if stardust itself had been disturbed.
For a fleeting mont, it created an undeniable illusion that a being from a celestial realm had stepped uninvited into the mortal world.
Long strands of silvery white hair flowed freely behind her and shimred with a faint sheen and swayed as if caressed by an unseen breeze, despite the forest around them being completely still.
The woman’s face was a masterpiece of impossible allure.
Her eyes were a deep, cerulean blue that seed clear, cold, and srizing, frad by long lashes of the sa silvery-white as her hair.
Her lips were full, soft, and a natural, tempting red that ford a contrast so striking against her skin that it drew attention even against her radiant presence.
Her nose was straight and elegant, her facial features perfectly balanced, and her skin was pale, but it didn’t look sickly.
Instead, it possessed a smooth, luminous, and snowy quality that made her appear almost unreal, as if she had been sculpted rather than born.
But it was her attire that frad this perfection into pure provocation.
She wore a strapless dress of pristine white, adorned with intricate, shimring elvish designs in threads of azure and silver that traced along the fabric like flowing runes.
It clung tightly to her form and accentuated her every curve with shaless elegance.
The gown seed to be engineered to make her look as lusty as possible.
Her breasts were large, full, and heavy as they strained visibly against the confines of the dress, with the fabric stretched taut as if barely capable of containing them.
And rather than hiding her assets, the dress lifted them and pressed them together so that the deep, soft valley of her cleavage was displayed like an offering.
The fabric strained delicately and outlined their succulent weight, making her the living epito of every carnal male fantasy, though it was a pity that no man was present to witness this fiery sight.
Below her beautiful chest, her waist tapered in smoothly, neither too slender nor overly thick, but just plump enough to invite wandering hands and sinful thoughts.
It was the kind of waist that promised softness and heat, a balance that would make anyone salivate instinctively with the thought of just touching it.
Her hips flared generously beneath that narrow waist.
They were impressively wide and full but not to a vulgar extent, exuding a fertile, intoxicating allure that would raise a feeling of making her bear a child in a man.
A long slit ran down from the top of her right thigh, revealing a stretch of her sleek, snowy white leg that glead faintly in the dim forest light.
Each subtle shift of her posture made the slit sway, teasing glimpses of her smooth and unblemished thigh with deliberate elegance.
However, what truly marked her as sothing beyond human, demon, or elf was the two elegant, spiraling horns of silvery white color that rose from the crown of her head.
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