Encased in amber is a sleeping maiden.
Her eyes are tightly shut, long eyelashes casting shadows over her lower lids, her features delicate and extraordinarily beautiful.
But the most striking feature is the vertical mark on her forehead, crimson like blood, resembling a small sword.
As she emerged, the surrounding magma became even more fierce and violent, yet it didn't affect her in the slightest, instead making the amber encasing her grow increasingly transparent.
Suddenly.
The maiden's eyelashes lightly trembled, and then there was a crisp sound from the amber encasing her.
Simultaneously, the maiden slowly opened her eyes.
What kind of eyes were these!
Bright as autumn water, yet cool like the moon.
Combined with the vertical mark on her forehead, it added an air of mysterious charm.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The amber shattered completely, and the maiden stepped out slowly, then looked around.
