Death Guns In Another World

On a private island owned by Typhania (Elseria). This island was in a secret location. Elseria would come here often to rest; today was no different.

From the rich brown earthen hues of the forest ground to the sweetness of the blue-white sky, the forest is a three-dimensional wonderland for the eyes willing to absorb the light.

Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. The seasons have been harsh, stripping away the bark and outer layers yet rendering them all the more beautiful. They have the appearance of driftwood, twisting in patterns that remind Typhania of seaside waves; even the moss color is kelp-like. They are soft, and damp, yet her fingers come away dry. She tilts her head upward, feeling her hair tumble further down her back; the pines are several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of spring. Birdsong comes in lulls and bursts, the silence and the singing working together as well as any improvised melody. A new smile painted itself upon her freckled face, rose-pink lips semi-illuminated by the dappled light. Before she knew it, her feet had begun to walk, body and mind both on autopilot. She was walking toward the lake, the most beautiful thing on this island. The thing she loved the most, slowly, her feet took toward the lake a few kilometers from her current location, she could have teleported there, but it was not fun that way; slowly, she arrived. She enjoyed the birds' lullaby as much as possible and finally arrived at the lake.

The lake was alluring, from its mesmerizing ripples to the crystalline clarity. It wouldn't be wrong to say the lake was a beautiful wonder of nature.

''Wow! Beautiful as always.'' She commented as she looked at the crystalline water.

''Leave me alone.'' She said, and one of her shadows disappeared shortly after. It was not like someone would attack her here. She was not weak; currently, in Mysthia, few could kill her. One could wonder why she still kept shadow around; it was simply because it could come in handy. They're powerful but not powerful as her.

''Sigh!" Typhania heaved a sigh and began to slowly take off her dress, exposing her perky breasts down to her tight and wonderful ass. There was not an ounce of extra fat on her body.

Everything in her was perfect, whether it was her gorgeous face or her slender neck, or her alluring curves. She was truly a sight to behold.

If a man looks at her even once, he could never forget her no matter what. She would be forever encrypted in their memories.

Typhania slowly submerged one foot in the water. An extreme cold sensation enveloped her skin, but without any hesitation, she submerged her other foot.

The water at the shore was rather shallow, so she walked forward at a natural pace. When the water reached her shoulders, she dived inside.

''Wow! I love this feeling.'' Typhania said as she dived inside. Suddenly, she chuckled before flicking her fingers.

Immediately, as if obeying her order, the wind stirred, bringing many flower petals to the lake's surface, adding to its beauty.

Typhania swam through the lake in freestyle before stopping in the center. Ripples surrounded her as she raised her head to breathe for air.

Her face fully flushed red with the coldness in the lake because she did nothing to protect her body from the cold; she wished to enjoy this to the best as she could. Below her chin, she was submerged in the water.

She slowly raised her arms and brought her hands to adjust her wet hair. She then took some petals in her soft hands before gently rubbing them on her face.

Her movements were elegant and charming as she washed with the crystalline water. Beads of water streamed down her face as she savored the bath in the lake.

After some time, Typhania arched her back-to-backstroke. As she swam forward, the transparent water revealed her beautiful breasts and pink nipples.

The sunlight fell on her, making her body glisten. She was like God's masterpiece.

She swam across the lake, unfettered from the privy eyes of the world. For her, every second in the lake was filled with freedom. She didn't have to think about anything and could genuinely enjoy herself, things like responsibility, duties, those tiresome things she could temporarily forget. She might have multiple identities, the Elven Goddess, the empress, the master of the Adventurer Guild, and special status one after one. However, she was still a living being, and sometimes it could get tiresome, and she needed some kind of échappatoire (escape) to relieve her stress. This place was one of them.

After swarming inside the lake until she was satisfied, Typhania stopped and left the lake; the crystalline water glistening on her smooth skin coupled with the sunlight on her body made her look like a holy being; the only thing missing was a pair of white wings, and she would have appeared like an angel.

''Angel, huh? Pft!" Typhania could not stop laughing when she thought of herself as looking like an angel. She has a friend from that race; although she was a fallen angel, she is still from the angel's race nonetheless.

''Well, I wonder how she is doing?" Typhania wondered while wrapping the towel around her voluptuous figure.

The news had not been public yet, but she knew her friend had killed her brother. A storm would take over the whole world when it was announced. A few weeks ago, Alex shocked the world by solo destroying the Holy Crux empire, and now the runaway princess went back and eliminated her brother to take over the throne? No matter what, this news would shake the world. Those that thought everything was peaceful would know that a storm was coming.

Even the Chaos organization might not stay still anymore and do something radical.

''Aye! Time to go back.'' Typhania sighed before turning into her Elseria's persona. She wished to stay here today but she couldn't as they were something she must take care of.