Yet Zora was different.
Compared to Sylvandria's refined elegance, Zora's appearance was almost stark in its simplicity. She wore a plain white dress without any elaborate embroidery, her black hair loosely gathered with a single jade pin. There were no dazzling ornaments, no deliberate embellishments.
And yet, it was precisely this simplicity that made her seem even more aloof and otherworldly, as if she did not belong to the mortal realm at all.
Her features were not as soft as Sylvandria's. Instead, there was a quiet brilliance between her brows, a natural sharpness that spoke of resolve and confidence. Her deep eyes were calm yet penetrating, as though they could see straight through a person's heart.
One was gentle like flowing water.
The other was cold and luminous like moonlight on snow.
Different, yet equally breathtaking.
They were both beauties, without question.
