This Isn't A Dream II

Damien pushed through the thick fog, his steps purposeful as he followed the direction the shadowy figure had pointed toward.

Fenrir remained by his side, its ears perked and alert, though even the wolf seemed to sense the unease hanging in the air.

The further they walked, the heavier the atmosphere became. The dense magic essence seemed to weigh on Damien's shoulders, pressing against his very being.

When the fog began to clear, Damien stopped in his tracks, his breath catching in his throat. Before him stood a female figure, her presence striking and otherworldly.

She stood in the center of a small, circular clearing, her body cloaked in flowing garments that shimmered faintly with the light of the place. Her face was obscured by a delicate veil, but something about her presence captivated Damien entirely.

Though her features were hidden, he felt as though he could see her beauty—a beauty that defied description.