A dress as white as snow; a lady as pretty as a fairy. However, all eyes were on her wings.

Her pair of wings was a blinding radiance seemingly made from the purest gold. Each feather was an exquisite work of art - as thin as a cicada’s wing with clearly defined lines. The wings looked noble and supreme.

A sacred halo resided above her. Though this pure light wasn’t overly dazzling, each shiny strand seemed to be lighting up the spirit and heart. 

The light of the academy was just as pure but it gave a different sensation.

The academy’s light included encroachment and cleansing. Thus, it usually converted others.

The light from her felt like the rays...