At the misty peak of the tower, the governing demigod from the Elf Clan wore a silk robe as splendid as the dawn, adorned with vibrant colors and shining brilliance.
The crown upon the head, the sash at the waist, and the golden bracelets on the wrist were all treasures of the Inheritance, yet these treasures that could provoke a national war were merely embellishments on her, unable to steal her slightest radiance.
The Silver Moon Princess, who never grew up in the past, has transformed into a graceful maiden over two hundred and thirty years, with eyes as bright as the silver moon, captivating and charming, and silver hair glistening like a waterfall, gently floating as she walked, emanating sparkling brilliance.
When she stood at the dwelling of the Holy Dragon, the entire palace seemed to be enveloped by her light, rendering everything around dim and lifeless.
