As the dragon wings disappeared, the young lady's costume restored its original appearance—a gorgeous and elegant battle costume. The battle costume looked like a sophisticated evening gown. The bracers on her wrists flickered in a silver radiance and the silver accessories around the collar made her seem accomplished and experienced. The long dress almost touched the floor, its hem accentuated with gold silk and silver threads, emanating a dazzling magical radiance. What was more eye-catching was the glittering light dust floating above it. Matched with this dark, flowing long dress, the young lady was as though standing on a heavenly river and looking into the distance. Even though the battle costume was beautiful, it looked unseemly, matching the huge murder weapon of almost two meters long.
"How's this, Big Brother? Does it look nice on me?"