It was but a moment, and with a sudden gust of wind, the King of the Mountain descended before Ian.
He had just looked up when he saw that noble and gentle face.
The beautiful woman's silver-white hair was tied up at the back of her head, then cascaded down her right shoulder like a waterfall, accentuating her slender and fair neck and chest. On that perfect facial shape, a pair of soft golden-red eyes, elongated and carrying a hint of allure, blazed with an intense light akin to molten lava, compelling one to instinctively lower their gaze, daring not to look directly at them.
Amoknosedir, the King of the Mountain Range of Bison—though taking the form of a human woman, still exuded an aura of beauty and imposing presence that was both awe-inspiring and oppressive.
