"Hi, Silvie." Nevare flashed a bright smile, her gaze fixed on her childhood friend.
Silvie looked almost the same as the last time they had met, but Nevare could see signs of change on her face. There were fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and her glowing, bronzed skin now appeared more subdued. Time had left its mark on the beauty of this cheerful woman.
It was different for Nevare.
Despite her disguise presenting the face of an ordinary human, there was something undeniably distinct about her. She appeared younger and more enchanting than she had been before transforming into a Valkyrie.
At nearly thirty years old, she radiated a freshness no ordinary human could possess. Silvie noticed the change too, evident in the brief flicker of surprise in her eyes as Nevare smiled.
As a woman, it was only natural for Silvie to feel a twinge of envy at Nevare's ageless beauty. However, she masked it with a sincere smile.
