Raizel's breath caught in his throat.

There was a woman, who made his heart beat faster.

She stood there like a dream sculpted from stardust, her presence commanding yet otherworldly.

Her long, flowing hair shimmered with a regal hue of violet, cascading like a silken waterfall down her back, kissed by the wind and glowing faintly in the soft twilight. Each strand seemed woven with enchantment, alive with a quiet, celestial energy.

Her eyes were like glistening pools of amethyst, held a mysterious allure, both alluring and unreadable. They were deep enough to drown in, the kind that could see through masks, perhaps even through time itself.

Adorned with a crimson forehead ornament that matched the jewel resting just above her heart, she looked like a high priestess or a goddess descended from a realm unknown.

Her lips, painted with a shade of rose too perfect to be ordinary, curved gently in an unreadable expression.

Her skin was smooth as porcelain, with a warm glow that made her seem untouchable. She wore an elegant off-shoulder robe in soft lavender, which clung gracefully to her figure, showing ample cleavage.

The crimson sash around her waist accentuated her hourglass form like a stroke of destiny drawn by fate's own hand.

She was a living contradiction of grace and storm. And in that moment, Raizel realized he had never seen anyone quite like her.

But despite being that stunning, surprisingly, the passersby—both men and women—didn't spare her a single glance, as if she was forever outside their perception, invisible to the world.

Yet Raizel could see her clearly. She was real, vivid, and true. There was no way she was an illusion.

Just then, another woman joined her—dressed in golden armor, exuding a tough and composed aura. Her presence confirmed it: someone else could see her too.

She wasn't a figment of his imagination. And that realization brought a strange relief to Raizel's heart.

The two women spoke briefly before making their way toward the entrance, toward his direction.

Raizel just stood there, frozen, watching their approach with stunned silence.

Naturally before long, they noticed him.

And the moment their eyes met, it was as if the world came to a sudden halt.

The world blurred around them. The noise of the crowd, the thudding bass from the bar, the flickering neon lights, all of it faded into insignificance. Only the silent electricity between their eyes existed.

She stopped just a few feet away, her long violet hair gently dancing with the breeze, the glowing red sigil at her forehead pulsing faintly, in perfect sync with Raizel's quickening heartbeat

His crimson eyes locked onto her captivating amethyst gaze, drawn in like a magnet. Her eyes were mesmerizing deep, mysterious, and beautiful beyond reason.

A sudden, comforting sensation, akin to Nirvana, coursed through her entire body. It was a feeling she had longed for all her life. She felt at peace.

She was truly stunned by the abrupt shift within her.

Who was the cause of this?

"Was it the young man? But how? How could that be possible?"

She wondered internally, her mind clouded with a storm of thoughts.

Just then, the woman in golden armor sensed something was off.

"What's wrong, Lady Violet? Why did you pause?" she asked, furrowing her brows.

Only then did the violet-haired woman snap back to reality.

"No, it's nothing. Let's go," Violet replied in her usual captivating voice, stepping forward

Although inwardly, she was unwilling to leave the spot for some reason.

The golden-armored woman cast a curious glance at Raizel before silently following Violet.

Raizel stood there, watching Violet's retreating figure. Even her back was elegant—so graceful and alluring that he found it impossible to look away.

Inside the Bar:

"Violet, can you explain what that was just now? Why did you suddenly act so… unnatural?" Camilla asked, her curiosity evident as she walked beside Violet.

Violet paused for a moment, her gaze slowly sweeping across the colourful interior of the bar. She seemed deep in thought.

Then, with a faint smile, she replied, "He's really interesting."

Her words were vague, but the gleam in her amethyst eyes said more than she let on.

But Camilla wasn't the type to give up so easily.

"Interesting? How so?" she pressed on, raising an eyebrow.

Violet sat gracefully on an empty chair, while Camilla remained standing beside her, patiently waiting for her to speak.

Still, no one inside the bar noticed their presence. If they had, chaos would have erupted into a bloodbath of frenzied admirers and awestruck fans.

Because these two weren't ordinary women—they were none other than Golden Sage Camilla and Curse Monarch Violetta.

Curse Monarch Violetta was famed for her transcendental beauty and unmatched power. In this world, only a select few had ever reached the same heights as her.

With the unwavering support of Sage Camilla, she had fought in countless wars and singlehandedly crushed numerous invasions through her unparalleled mastery of curse magic.

Her name alone had become legend; a tale etched into the annals of mankind's survival.

Their contributions to the world were epic enough to fill entire libraries.

Naturally, their fanbase and admirers numbered in the millions.

Yet now, these two radiant figures sat quietly in the midst of a crowded bar, unseen by all. As if the world simply wasn't worthy of witnessing their presence.

Violet sighed and began to speak.

"You know about my special constitution for curse magic, right? And the side effect of using it?"

Camilla nodded. "Yes, what about it?"

"Well, the side effect that nearly cursed my own body and tormented me for a very long time... it suddenly showed signs of weakening when I was near him," she revealed calmly, though she was clearly curious about the mystery as well.

"What!" Camilla exclaimed in shock.

The cure they had been searching for over the years—one they had failed to find countless times—now seemed connected to that young man.

It was simply shocking, almost mind-blowing.

"Are you speaking the truth?" she asked, hopeful and eager to confirm what she'd just heard.

"Haha... why would I lie?" Violet replied with a melodious giggle.

"If that's the case, then we should find more information about him at once. Oh right, I actually know him!" Camilla suddenly recalled Raizel's face.

"Oh? You know him? How interesting..." Violet looked greatly intrigued. "Who is he?"

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