Iris arrived at the clan and lingered high above the clouds, shrouded in mist and silence.
Her divine sense spread outward like an endless tide, sweeping across every corner of the vast city below.
She brushed past bustling markets, newly built temples, and even the hidden courtyards of able cultivators—yet nowhere did she sense the familiar presence of Riley.
Still, instead of disappointment, a faint, almost wistful smile curved her lips.
He's here, she thought. Whether within these walls or beyond them, he never fails to appear when I least expect it.
Her heart, though calm as still water, carried a ripple of quiet anticipation.
With a soft flash, her flying sword descended from the clouds, cleaving the air like a beam of light.
It vanished in a single flash the moment her feet touched the ground, leaving behind only the graceful figure of a woman who seemed far too divine for the mortal realm.
