Suddenly, Iy'yra spotted two figures in the distance. She couldn't get a clear view of them, but it didn't matter. She charged forward, heading in their direction. Whether they were benevolent enough to grant her aid or malevolent enough to hunt her down—it didn't matter. As long as they bought her another moment to live.
As Iy'yra drew closer, she was able to get a better look at the two figures. They were women dressed in two distinct flower-patterned gowns adorned with golden embroidery that matched each other. On their backs were bright, transparent wings that fluttered gently, scattering starlight-like dust into the air with each movement.
Although she couldn't make out their features, their aura felt familiar—similar to the races that had emerged from the Material Realm, but with a slight difference. From what she sensed alone, she could tell they were not weak.
