The sight of the horror they were expecting was not there. All that stood before them was a harmless-looking, beautiful woman.
Her presence seemed so at odds with the terror they had just escaped, her features soft, and her expression gentle, almost serene.
She looked at them with a warm smile, her voice flowing like honey, "What brings children into this horrible place...?"
Evangeline's hand gripped her sword tighter, the tip of her blade pointing directly at the woman, her stance firm.
The others quickly followed suit, weapons drawn in a protective stance. Leona and Sylvia stood especially close to Damon, ensuring he was shielded from any potential threat.
"What... who are you?" Evangeline demanded, her voice steady but sharp, disbelief flashing in her eyes.
The woman blinked, clearly puzzled by Evangeline's reaction. She raised a delicate finger to her lips in a gesture of surprise, as if taken aback by the tension in the air.
