In front of Arias was the sight of trees that had toppled over and scattered all over the place, and of a woman in a long, light blue robe that had slightly been torn from the fight. There were big claw marks on her arm which, from the way it looked, seemed to be a fresh wound. Blood was slowly trickling down from the wound nonstop. The woman seemed worn out, but even then, it could do nothing to hide the beauty on her face, a face that was as lovely as the bright, shining moon. Her eyes, though full of fatigue, still maintained traces of their beauty. Her pink lips were finely matched with her face, and her sharp straight nose was well-shaped like a sculptural masterpiece. Overall, she was as beautiful as a goddess of forests, lost, and ran into vile creatures. Arias could not help but feel stunned by her beauty. Since he had woken up in this body, this woman must be the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
Awakening of the Sorcerer King
Fantasie · Madarm
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