Cindralis floated high in the vast sky with an almost divine poise, her presence exuding calm ease and collected composure. The furious tempest of wrath and anger that had earlier consumed her seemed to vanish as though it had never existed, replaced by an expressionless facade, an indifferent mask sculpted with perfect precision.
Her abyssal black eyes, bore down upon the Separate Dimension with a chilling sharpness and calmness. Her long silken hair danced freely to the rhythm of the unseen winds that swirled about her, moving in graceful waves as though bowing to her command.
