Summoned Again?

"Is everything ready?" The urgent voice of a woman echoed through the dimly lit cave.

Her footsteps resonated against the stone walls as she walked, accompanied by a few others clad in black robes. If one looked closely, they would notice their slightly pointed ears, revealing their origins from the demon race. However, the young woman leading them wasn't wearing a robe.

She wore a jet-black light armor dress that clung to her curvaceous figure, highlighting her every movement. Her face was nothing short of breathtaking. No, the word seemed inadequate to describe her beauty. She didn't need ornate jewelry or flashy dresses to exude an aura of elegance and charm that far surpassed the common world.

Her most striking features were the two dark protruding horns on her forehead, parting her beautiful white hair that cascaded like a waterfall. Her intense red eyes gleamed with determination as she moved forward.