Chapter: 3389

The audience's hearts raced; they were unable to look away.

Her face was as pale as parchment, with deep-set eyes that seemed to hold untold stories. Her hair flowed like a dark waterfall, and her long robe blended seamlessly into the shadows of the night.

She glided through the mist, silent and ethereal, like a phantom emerging from the shadows.

An unsettling chill hung in the air, amplifying the eerie atmosphere.

The audience held their breath, spellbound by Ainsley.