She was tall, slender, and perfectly proportioned, with long hair that flowed down her back like liquid silk, a rare deep silver-violet that shimmered under the hall's lighting. Her eyes were an even rarer shade, a clear and luminous turquoise that somehow felt sharp and lazy at the same time.
Her features were refined, with high cheekbones, a delicate nose, and lips that looked soft even at a glance. Yet nothing about her appeared fragile.
Her figure was curvy in all the right places, a full chest, narrow waist, and smooth, powerful thighs beneath fitted combat attire. Every line of her body spoke of both beauty and strength.
The air around her felt different.
Not oppressive or crushing, but dense and controlled, like a predator calmly walking into a room of prey.
Male awakeners openly stared. Some swallowed. Some forgot to blink.
One muttered unconsciously, "Damn…"
Even several female awakeners stared in stunned silence, not with jealousy, but with awe.
