The mist pulsed, carrying faint blue flames that shimmered like dying stars. From within the haze, a silhouette stepped forward — graceful, deliberate, yet wrapped in an aura that made even the fog recoil.
Timothy's eyes widened.
A woman emerged — clad in a deep teal coat embroidered with faint golden veins, her hair cascading in pale waves that glowed faintly in the dim light. Her expression was composed, but her presence was commanding.
"Enough," she said again, voice cold but calm. "You've done enough damage to my town."
The World Class Cultivator's gaze shifted lazily toward her, his silver eyes narrowing. "So… the mayor herself decides to appear."
Everlyn didn't flinch. She stopped several meters away, her heels clicking faintly on the wet cobblestones. The swirling mist between them stilled, as if unsure which of the two powers to obey.
