Misty Forest, Guardian Tower.
The Messiah landed lightly on the luscious soft grass in front of the Guardian Tower. Her bare feet stood still, as if untouched by mortal dust, and even the blades of grass slightly bowed, not daring to defile her in the slightest.
She was no longer that hazy figure of light and shadow, but possessed a clear and perfect form. Her slender figure held an indescribable great power, adorned in a gown woven from pure light, not physical fabric, but flowing, warm golden radiance, gently rippling with her breath, emitting a warm and not dazzling sacred halo.
This halo, like substance, softly expanded outward, tinting the surrounding air with a thin layer of gold, making her appear as if residing in a misty and noble sanctuary.
