"Lady Sharnoth."
In a huge meeting hall, where Sharnoth and her subordinates were holding a meeting, discussing everything that had happened this past week, a being named Varys barged in.
Varys was an Elar'zhun.
One of the most beautiful races in the Universe. Elar'zhuns have pale, marble-like skin that glowed faintly. Most of them have silver, violet, or golden eyes that are hypnotically beautiful. Varys himself had beautiful silver eyes.
Their hair resembled flowing starlight or crystal thread. They were almost 2 meters tall, their movements were graceful, and their bodies were unnervingly perfect. Even their voices were extremely melodic and oddly persuasive.
Yes, it was a race that was pretty much the embodiment of beauty and perfection. Beings that would make you submit, willingly.
Beings that seemed… incarnations of holiness.
And this is what made the Elar'zhun so dangerous.
