Warm sunlight leisurely had spread across the grassy field, causing the tall stalks of grass swaying along with the gentle wind to shine with a golden tinge, making the flatland give out a pleasant, surreal atmosphere.
A woman with beautiful mahogany hair was walking slowly in the middle of the field, her long hair braided with threads of real gold slowly moving along with the warm breeze. She was clad in a simple white dress that perfectly fitted her delicate-looking body, its long flowy skirt brushing along the ground with each step she took. Not just the field, even the woman herself shone like gold under the rays of the sun, making her look like a divine angel
The slender body dressed in white turned around and stopped in place. Lips the natural colour of rose, emerald green eyes that sparkled like gems, a small delicate face framed by locks of wavy mahogany hair falling on either side of her face, she looked like the most beautiful woman in existence.
Despite standing in the middle of the field, faintly glowing red runes surrounded her body, floating like halos of light, as if they were part of her existence. One could not deny the sacredness the woman seemed to emit despite her modest attire.
However, rather than the dignity, one should expect from someone like her, her emerald green eyes brightened with child-like happiness as she saw someone she was waiting for.
“Raven!”
She called the name of the one she was looking at and then turned around to keep walking forward, expecting that person to come follow after her.
After walking a few steps, the wind picked up in strength and messed up her long hair. She used her hands and held her long hair at the back of her neck, moving them to one side in front of her left shoulder, and afterwards, she continued her leisurely walk.
There was a strange glowing mark on the back of her neck, seemingly neither a birthmark nor an inked tattoo. It was orange in colour with a tinge of red, resembling the symbol of fire. It was obviously not an ordinary mark, as with each passing second, the brightness of that mark flickered as if it would soon turn into a real fire.
An ominous atmosphere suddenly descended, causing the bright day to darken and turn gloomy. Thick dark clouds covered the sun and the rest of the sky, and the wind blew wildly as if a huge thunderstorm was brewing. From a distance, flashes of lightning fell from the sky.
It was as if the scene of paradise turned into hell.
The woman turned around once more to look at the person behind her, but this time, the beautiful smile on her face was gone. Tears were streaming down her face, her expression filled with heart-wrenching sadness. Her trembling lips once again called that name.
“Raven—”
Before she could say the rest of her words, the fire from that mark on the back of her neck engulfed her entirety, and as if awaiting that spark, the world burned after. Everything disappeared into nothingness, and there were only roaring flames covering the land and the sky.
He had a sip of water and thought, ‘Who is Raven? I didn’t hear it wrong. She clearly said Raven. Who was the one she was looking at?’ freёwebnoѵel.com
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