Zayn had dealt with monsters, bandits, dungeons, and even death itself, but nothing — absolutely nothing — could have prepared him for this.
The noblewoman waved at him, her blue eyes shimmering with excitement.
She had flowing blue hair, a delicate smile, and a graceful demeanor that exuded nobility. But then… he noticed it.
His eyes widened.
His breath hitched.
His very soul trembled.
Her chest was flatter than the plains of the Eastern Expanse.
Not completely flat — there were two bumps there, subtle and barely noticeable beneath the elegant noble fabric — but dear gods, it was so flat that if the wind blew too hard, he was convinced it would create a shockwave.
Zayn's enthusiastic wave slowed into a mechanical, lifeless gesture, his face darkening as though he had just uncovered forbidden knowledge that no mortal should ever bear witness to.
