"Done..."
Thump...
Aestrea sat down on the ground, pressing his back against the cold stone wall of the chamber.
"Haagh..."
He leaned his head back, breathing heavily as he stared at the ceiling.
The fight had been far more taxing than he had expected. Even with both swords, the guardian had adapted, countered, and nearly overwhelmed him multiple times.
"...."
Aestrea closed his eyes for a moment, letting the exhaustion wash over him.
Then, without any warning or sound, the air in front of him shimmered.
The Creator Woman appeared.
She crouched down gracefully right in front of him, her palms resting on her cheeks as she tilted her head, looking at him with a playful smile.
It seemed that she truly had made her form as Aestrea's ideal type.
Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a river of midnight silk, with striking silver-white strands woven through it that glowed like moonlight.
