The crystal beast stood there in silence.
Her hair was long and pure white, cascading down her back like a river of snowlit glass. Her eyes glowed with the same eerie green as the rest of Michael's Rank 3 undead.
Her skin was pale, faintly luminous with a crystalline sheen. Every movement made her seem fragile and delicate, like glass that could shatter at a touch.
Michael's lips pressed into a thin line as he studied her. Unlike the others, her appearance was deceiving.
Also, among all his Rank 3 undead, she was the one who could pass off as human with the least effort.
If her hair was dyed and her strange aura concealed, no one would suspect what she truly was.
The three undead now stood complete in their humanoid forms.
The lion—a broad, red-haired middle-aged man with a thick beard.
The serpent—a vicious-looking, handsome semi-old man.
And the crystal beast—a white-haired woman who seemed to be in her late twenties.
