New City

The afternoon sun shone bright as Melody strode forward slowly with a smile; looking so pure, so elegant. The Ring of Air, Vilya glowed with life on her slim, fair hand. Her steps had a unique rhythm to them that was in harmony with the wind blowing from the mountains, and the sway of the trees.

As a Sunstrider, Melody was naturally absorbing the light and energy from the sunlight all the time. However, the Ring of Air, Vilya didn't seem used to this kind of ability yet. It kept reflecting back sunlight like a mirror.

This wasn't actually a desirable effect, but for Melody who was about to make a grand appearance, the blinding radiance would draw attention to the Ring of Air on her hand!

Even the aged and wise Sacred Oak was stunned. Its leaves rustled loudly in the wind, and it spoke in a shocked tone.

"That's....that's impossible! Even if Lord Elrond perished, The Ring of Air should not have signed a soul contract with you!"