In a certain place, a man who had a well-toned body could be seen walking on top of a field of greenery. His upper body was almost bare but with a large strand of cloth covering it.
Every move he made was graceful and gave off an aura that would unwittingly cause people to leave their mouths wide open.
After walking a few dozen meters, he stopped upon a broken stone pillar and sat on top of it. He then called out with his deep voice, "Freya!"
Although his deep voice wasn't that loud, it had echoed through the fields and eventually died down. At that moment, a flash of a pillar of light appeared which was immediately followed by the appearance of a silhouette of a woman.
Her wonderful brown hair slowly waved as she descended from the lights above. It was unfortunate that her beauty was
