Splash!
It happened in an instant.
A figure had blown past Rex, swift as a phantom, leaving only a lingering presence in its wake.
His instincts flared, and as he turned, his pupils dilated at the sight before him.
At the center of the lake, a woman emerged.
First, her head breached the calm surface of the lake, crowned in hair split into two halves—one a deep, mesmerizing emerald, the other a shadowy black. A mask concealed most of her face, but her beautiful eyes remained exposed—one gleaming emerald, the other a pale, ghostly gold.
Cold and unreadable, they held an almost divine indifference.
Power radiated from her like an unshackled storm.
Just the sheer pressure of her presence sent a tremor through the air.