"There's no way... of all the coincidences possible, how could it be him.
Is this my punishment for losing my way and committing an unforgivable sin?"
A light pair of footsteps, almost like an ethereal fairy dancing through the night, hidden by the dark copper flames, barely able to light her figure as she faded into the night, wrapped in confusion and clarity.
...
Meanwhile, inside a tent not far from Luka's. Galata sat on a crate with her legs crossed, resting on a makeshift table covered with documents and various brownish paper scrolls containing information about Babylon.
Across from her sat two women.
A buxom dark elf with silver hair, Luvia rested her back against the wooden pillar, sat on an overturned log, while wearing a light robe, barely able to stop her plump thighs and breasts from spilling out in her leisurely posture.
