Facing Franklin's questioning, Enil was not moved. She only gently took off her hood, revealing a face that had been invaded by the mutated organization. Enil's supple brown hair blew along with the sea breeze, fluttering behind her like waves. She raised her head, the color of her dark green eyes had turned into a bright yellow like gold.

A golden light shone from the depths of his pupils. In this light, there seemed to be an endless amount of majesty.

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