Ethan fell toward the void.

His body didn't hit the ground. Instead, someone caught him.

Ethan had already lost consciousness. His slender body leaned against the person.

Willow danced in elation, the bells ringing as she did so. Even though she couldn't speak, her face radiated with joy.

Kelvin and Brent momentarily forgot their sorrow as they stared at the woman who had appeared out of nowhere.

The woman wore a cool black outfit paired with sturdy Martin boots.

The short leather top outlined her perfect figure and curves. Her outfit looked very modern, and it stood out a little in the simple village.

As their gazes moved upward from her elegant neck, they saw a decent-looking face.

She wasn't ugly, and she could be described as nice-looking at most. She couldn't be considered pretty.

They had no idea how a woman like her could give birth to a pretty child-like Willow.

The woman wrapped an arm around Ethan's waist as she patted the girl's head with her other hand.

Willow ge