Kyle pressed himself against the wall, his eye still fixed on the crack between the stone and the window frame.
Two figures floated in the air before the mansion.
The first Tower was a beautiful woman. She has black hair with dark red strands. Her red eyes are like burning rubies. She wore armor that caught the pale light—a silver breastplate etched with wave patterns, a long armored skirt with two slits at the sides that revealed her thighs.
She was wearing a helmet similar to the Valkyrie's, with two small wings on its sides.
She held a round shield strapped to one arm, a short sword at her hip. And behind her back, there were two wings. They were not very big and were not made of feathers, but of pure light. Glowing faintly and pulsing like a heartbeat.
