"Hm~ Hn~ Hn~..."
A soft melodic hum floated through the air, delicate and almost ghost-like in its tone.
It intertwined with the gentle orchestral music playing throughout Evergreen Hall's open venue, drifting like smoke between the starlit leaves of the great mana tree that stood tall and proud at the center of the courtyard.
Trisha Dues stood beneath that tree.
Her crimson eyes glimmered faintly in the soft ambient light, locked onto the shimmering foliage above her.
The tree's leaves glittered faintly with mana, catching the moonlight and reflecting the stars above as though the heavens themselves had descended to earth.
But even in the midst of such celestial beauty, she stood out.
Her long jet-black hair, which seemed to absorb the darkness of the night rather than reflect it, swayed gently in the breeze. It cascaded down her back, like shadows made manifest.
